my comrades were deep in a bunker full of filth and Death the rats ate our comrades as we watched we were so week from the enemy's mustard gas we all knew who was next to death . But the strong survive and the weak must die , why am I still alive? over the trenches we go just to make a hundred feet , the stench of your fellow comrades made you want to proceed death was what you reeked . mustard gas was not to in joy
to survive you pissed in your dead comrades sock and you covered your face not worried other than to survive
one hundred than two hundred we inched along before yo knew it we made a mile holey fuck we made it to a farm house under cover for the first time in six months I can't explain how we felt 32 Canadian soldiers all under the age of 18 we were blessed till the German tank rolled up on us and one motor killed every body but me , I was having a cigarette in the back door way , I was blown way definitely confused I played dead as the German soldiers made sure we were dead I lucked out little shrapnel behind me ear little souvenir for the rest of my life

© greg dham