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.