The Darkness of War

We thought this torture would never end but as months passed we began to wonder, what would become of these awful times as men fled from the bloodcurdling thunder.

Bullets were shot centimetres above your head,
Inches closer you’d be dead.

The lice were even on the mice,
They’re are as common as rice.

But letters come day by day. None for me.
As I thought, saying to myself,
‘Have they forgot?’
But the radio announced we’d won the war.

But nobody was happy,
We had all sacrificed something.