JUST A HILL

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JUST A HILL

 

Soggy smelling peat
On a smoke obscured hill,
Death,
like a blanket.
Souls bonded together,
fear conquered.
Haggard
pale pinched faces,
Only the eyes,
Bright, alert,
The mirror of our
souls.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

We sat during lulls in the battle for Darwin Hill,in the middle of the burning gorse bushes.In an effort to keep warm.The bodies of the dead kept us company, till the battle ended and they could be recovered.

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this one captured the sadness of war.... just sitting there waiting.... for just what..... one hoped to never really know.....