Climbing out of the trenches,
the bullets and bombs come like missiles at us,
bodies are falling,
blood flows all around me….
Soldiers race into the medic's center,
the muddy trenches,
smell of dead bodies.....

8 months to go in the trenches,
we’re short of ammo,
no food,
no water.....

Men screaming loud,
“why did we come here?”

BY: Travis Allen