World War 1
September had finally passed,
It was the longest month ever,
it was close to my turn, To go over the top of the trench,
the stinging whistle sang a sad song,
and men charged over the trench.
the october rain was pelting my weapon,
and the rich dirt on my face was getting washed off by the cool waters,
Another wave of men went over the top, a wave of fathers, brother, sons, and best freinds.
All killed by the emeny,