Men are scurrying,
But I am not,
Please stop worrying,
I am fine,
Apart from my leg,
The only thing running out is time,
Men are running away from mustard gas,
I was fortunate,
I saw people fall to the ground,
I couldn’t do anything,
People drowning,
White eyes turned red,
Men begging me to help them,
But all I was thinking about was my deathbed,
It was like hell,
I turned around for a moment,
And instantly fell,
Someone had amputated my leg,
I screamed and yelled,
All I did was beg,
I was one of the lucky ones,
I am gratefull God let me live,
We beat the huns!
(Please do not take huns offensively).