War is something you cant control,
Demented demons torturing your soul,

I chareged over the fields the suspense so frightning,
the sky ablaze with explosions like lightning,

bullets ricochet around my head,
Dazed and confused was i dead?

A ring in my so high pitch,
it made the hairs on my arms twitch,

The mud made my feet sink into the ground,
Dragging us to death without even a sound,

Then it hit me,straight through me of course,
A bullet propelled with an abundance of force,

I hit the ground with an almighty thud,
my last memories of me lying their in the mud,

blood pooled around me a sickening black,
i had died like many others my friends my pack.