War on gallipoli

As I clamber onto the beach with deadly bullets flying past my head

I climb down into my trench and all I see is red.

Red the colour of the bodies scattered on the ground

None of them even making a sound.

My heart is beating a hundred miles per hour

The taste of the air is bitter and sour.

I take my rifle and bayonet in hand charge up the hill

And the only words in my mind are kill kill kill.

I am almost at the top now firing at the turks

Running full pelt to where I know danger lurks.

Then suddenly I fall, no more ground to gain

And my mind goes back to where I felt no pain.

To the golden plains and open skies

It's the last thing I think of before I close my eyes.