The whistle blows to sound the charge

and over the top they bustle and barge,

covered from head to toe in mud

and soon tainted with flesh and blood.

Up the ladder with slippery rungs,

a scream of rage from terror filled lungs,

adrenalin coursing through every vein

with the fear of not coming back again.

Knee-deep mud sucking boots from feet,

tangled in barbed w...

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Death; the dealer

of the final deck of life.

No hidden agendas,

just a cold slate to wipe.

With hand and sword

or rock and stone,

with shaft sailing deadly

through grey skies, alone.

The smarter the weapon,

the reaper delights

at a fulsome harvest

of terror and cries.

They split the atom

and split the odds,

they split the proceeds

but nev...

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