War – a poetic battle
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After the smoke has cleared…….
after the gunfire has stopped or after you no longer hear the rounds… It has been so long the sound of shrapnel lives on inside your mind. The screaming, the last breathe of too many young men lost admits the blood the trenches and remains of those you knew as friends. After he conflict has ceased, you stand there and it may as well still be in full force. Of your regiment there remains you and you alone. You sense the aircraft flying overhead although your ears refuse to acknowledge the sound. You no longer see a reason to be scared, what have you left to fear… Nothing, you have nothing to fear , nothing to lose , nowhere to go, no path to choose.
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