Red crosses on the graveyard near the battle,
bled, corpses of dead soldiers flew in the air
soldiers killed twice, for the enemy once is not enough.
A skeletal hand land near him, he shuddered but had
to advance over the field as ordered.
There was a lull, he sat leaning to a boulder wondered
what he was doing here in a war far from home in
a country, not his, he had been told he was fighting for
his country but didn`t believe it anymore.
This was a political war fought influence and greed it
had nothing to do with defending his country but
he was stuck in a deadly quagmire.
When the artillery struck up again, he got up advanced
and stepped on a landmine.