Death can come in many shapes and forms. It doesn't have to be a violent physical death. There are the slow creeping cancerous one's that invade your body. An enemy that the army has not been able to train you against, it can only prepare you for acceptance with dignity for an untimely end.To bite the bullet.
Until you have had the ground beneath your feet disappear.Seen the sky turn black and shower you with molten metal fragments.You'll never know how precious the morning can be for men at war. I pray you never have to share the moment.
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.
