Death and Destruction
The dark, black sky lights up
like fireworks.
The horrible, sick smell of dead corpses as they line the trenches.
The endless crying of terrified men as they fall to the ground.
Scared and homesick as I shoot another bullet.
The sickening taste of the rat I ate for breakfast.
I think the Nazis will surrender.
Pounamu Anaru.
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