The Charge

Posted on November 5, 2014

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Members of the Black Watch, one of the famed Scottish regiments ... Picture courtesy of www.theatlantic.com

Members of the Black Watch, one of the famed Scottish regiments …
Picture courtesy of http://www.theatlantic.com


I see through eyes filled
with smoke and fear
Try to hold back
the tide of tears
That will eventually
fall if let
Brought on by the
horror’s I’ll not forget

A yellow green haze
fills the air
As men choke on
chemical warfare
Our masks offer no
protection at all
As men all around
me stumble and fall

Confusion reign’s in our
jumbled minds
As we charge on
unsure and blind
Explosions and screams
mingle as one
Like something sent
from the devils son

Bullets whistle by at
no target true
Hitting no one in
particular, but life to lose
The safety of the trenches
so far behind
As the charge continues
to kill our own kind

Oh for the peace of
my home far away
From this hell I fight
every day
My bayonet strikes
flesh and bone
Someone’s child will
now not be going home

Finally a peace
of sorts
In this battlefield where
ghosts do haunt
I sit crouched in a
filthy trench
The smell of death
our welcoming stench

Rats scuttle on by
as we sleep
Some crawl out of
the dead from deep
Will this war
ever end?
I hope for it’s kind
to not occur again

I go now to
fight once more
And have no idea
what I fight for
All I know is I may
not return
Do we ever I wonder
really learn?

*For the fallen on all sides of WWI and all wars since.

**For information on Blackwatch from the picture used please click here and here

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