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*** Poem Release ***
*** One
Soldiers War ***
by 'Rusty Bourne'
One night in May 1944
one
soldier is waiting two miles from shore,
"at the ready
lads", he heard the captain yell
"once we land, run
like hell,
keep your wits about ya, this ain't a drill,
lock
'n' load, shoot to kill".
A serious sort of calm embraced
the craft,
not a word was uttered not a soldier had
laughed
then with a jolt the boat had landed
they ran ashore
as their officers commanded.
Like a swarm of bees, they
advanced up the hill,
with a lust for life, with a need to
kill
while one by one, their soldiers fell,
in the spraying
of bullets, or the blast of a shell.
Just like ours, the enemy
stood fast
and held their positions, to the very last,
when
the smoke had cleared, and the bullets had stopped,
he fell to
his knees, shattered and shocked,
then in time, he'll try to
accept
the death, the destruction, the total concept.
How
could he forget that day, what he saw,
he'll never again
volunteer, for war.
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Copyright: Rusty Bourne,
December, 2003
published: www.tardemstudios.co.nz - 20th. April
2004
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