How did you stay
Day after day
With the stench of death
Taken in with each breath
When the mud seeped in
Like cold porridge knee deep again
And the guns never stopped
Then over the bags you'd hop
This went on for years
You had to temper your fears
How did you stay
Day after day.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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