The sun glared upon the rotten corpses of 9million soldiers,
As the 21 million wounded cheerfully groaned.
It was the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month
In the year of 1918.
The war had ended!

The soldiers could not comprehend this,
Their empty minds raced with uncontrollable thoughts.
Just a few hours ago it seemed like the dying solders
Would never be set free from this eternal prison of ceaseless suffering.

As the few remaining soldiers gingerly staggered
Out of the perilous trenches,
a malevolent sight caught their shadowy eyes.
A blood stained, lifeless barren wasteland lay before them.
But they discarded this thought for the time being.

Elated yet still fearful, the soldiers began to cheer and celebrate.
However the nightmare of war would still last a lifetime,
For those few monumental warriors who survived.

Families became smothered in mixed emotions.
Sorrow, joy, Anger and pride all raced through the minds
Of those who lost or regained their loved ones,
During the everlasting slaughter session.