Wagers Of War

The young soldier saw his comrades,
their bodies bleeding and charred,
the people who returned were not lucky,
but instead they were deeply scarred,
for the sights that they saw,
the battles that they fought their exhausted bodies were beat and wrought.

They battled their hearts away,
while sinking deeper into depression
ready to make their final confession.
As the bombers soared high over the valley hills,
the swift small metal flew and gave me the chills,
the shrapnel was burning, my blood was churning and the soldiers were giving way.
While I returned home safe and sound,
my comrades bodies were dug into the ground.
my family was finally protected, our time in the war served us well,
but I can't get an image out of my mind, one image, the one when my comrades fell.


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