His hands hot and sweaty.
His heart beating faster and faster.
His mouth is dry like the desert send
that he faught on.
In his eyes all you see is fear.
Suddenly there is a loud bang and smoke
he jumped to his feet with week knees
as he whispers softly to himself.
It was just a dream agian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem