REMEMBERANCE

 

He stood alone in no man,s land

Under the flare,s ghastly light.

Surrounded by bodies and limbs and smoke

And something else that crashed without sound

On unfeeling senses numbed by blast.

SILENCE,

DESOLATION,

TERRIBLE LONELINESS.

How would he get back

To where he started from ?

They were two hundred and fifty

When they set out.

Now he was the only one standing .

How was he to get home ?

Others obliterated by shot and shell

In five minutes of living hell .

Looking into the Devil,s maw .

Oh !

The futility of war .

 

 

 

 

Michael J. Guerrieria .

6/3/2012 .