Painful Memories. Poem by guy lipmore

In To Hell.

Over the top with fear, then terror.
Orders did steer, gain ground, so clear,
The ‘cliffs of Hell’ were sheer.
And the Devil did sneer.
Many, the price paid so dear.
The rest, more than a tear.

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Dead or Dying.

Away from the trench parapet,
His name avoids a bullet
Running as he fights,
Mayhem and horrific sights.
Among the madness,
Lay degrees of ‘aliveness’.
Stops to aid a comrade,
“Leave him, ” some one said.
No time to care,
In the carnage of warfare.

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Hand To Hand.

Eyeball to eyeball they met,
Gave his foe, death by bayonet,
Second thrust was given,
To finish any sign of living.
Guilt and remorse instantly,
Logic he could not see.
What and why had he done,
To his fellow human.

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Losing It.

Relishing his next attack,
Losing his civilized links.
Killing started to attract.
Back to barbaric instincts.

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Order Too Far.

Given his orders,
Death for the deserters,
Not right on his mind,
Refuses to kill his own kind.

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