Bent double,like old beggars under sacks,
we all marched on with our bad backs,
gun shots richocheted through my ears,
my eyes started to produce tears,
tired and fatigued some fell to the ground,
all i wanted was to turn around,
the constant sound of the nearing shells,
the sight of death and unforgettable smells,
the confusion of what laid ahead,
the only gurantee was the sea of red,
as the gas came upon us,only the lucky would live,
praying for durvival, i have so much more to give.