They heard a built.
One falls in pain probably going to lose something.
Another falls never going to wake up again and never going to be able to go home to his or her family.
Some wish for death or revenge for them selves or there comrades.
Little of them cry for there fallen comrades or probably lover.
The rest wait till it’s their time to death at there door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And then there of some who can't take anymore and put a gun to their heads and end the misery their way, as one of our did yesterday JC! I pray they won't be there much longer...interesting write, Tai