One small man: painted with blood,
Marched and marched through the hands of the mud,
Pulling and tugging against the crushing hold,
“Gas masks, NOW!” he was frantically told.
Hushing and rushing to get it on tight,
A nightmare took place in his very sore sight.

Red blood overtook by green despair,
Sweat continuously dripping from his dark brown hair.
A light went out in his big blue eyes,
as his world had become a hurricane of cries.

Nameless bodies lay still and battered,
Helmets and uniforms extremely tattered.
Heroes to be forgotten lay on the floor,
Heroes forever, one hundred years and more…