herez a poem i'd like 2 share wid u ppl... not my work !!
You stand in a trench of vile stinking mud
And the bitter cold freezes your blood
The the guns open up and flames light the sky
And as you watch, rats go scuttling by.
The men in the dugouts are quiet for a time
Trying to sleep midst the stench and the slime
The moon is just showing from over the hill
And the dead on the wire hand silent and still.
A sniper's bulltet wings close to your head
As u wistfully think of a comfortable bed
But now a dirty blanket has to suffice
And more often than not it is crawling with lice.