Brothers Of War
Half dead, stumbling
The dim light of day clogging our vision,
Coughing, spluttering, choking on the little saliva we had.
Safety in front of us we begin to lumber,
Arms out like the dead bare foot
The families we have left know nothing of what we face or if we are dead
The memory jammed at the back of our minds
Rest is just appearing out of the dust
Yards away, we quicken the pace
Then the sound of a large object behind me I spin my head like an owl to see a
large bomb shell emitting a foul looking substance
Gas bombs
“MASKS ON NOW!” A brief moment of fumbling
As clouds of deep green oozed from the shells.
A sound unlike the common cough
A sound of desperate spluttering
One of my own had fallen to the green gas.
My eyes filled with tears I knew it was death which would win
I bent down and lifted him on my shoulders
Message Posted By: By Harvey Tims
Date Posted: 12-12-2005
