A Soldier Poem by Bob Blackwell
A Soldier
Raining hard,
my back hurts,
I’m very cold,
feet soaking wet,
they hurt, I rest.
No sleep for days;
I drag my feet,
soggy mud,
trench a bog;
it’s full of tears!
What time is it?
Dawn or dusk?
Rats, many rats,
run from holes
in side of trench.
Lots of corpses;
my arm hurts,
runs with blood,
had I passed out?
I don’t remember.
I…….
do not want
to recall,
the hell of war,
the noise, the smoke,
the bodies fall.
Rains relentlessly,
drip, drip,
it runs down my neck.
Wish I was home,
a warm mug of tea,
two sugars please?
A light, a flash,
an explosion;
as I depart this world,
I wonder, how
this all came to be,
but mostly
WHY I came!
19-11-2008
So much for the granduer of battle. An excellent poem., Bob. Regards Ron
Man u have put it so nicely..its really tough for a soldier in the battle field many people don't understand his ordeal...but buddy..the Master is really impressed with his efforts n rest assured he will again enjoy at the base camp...: -) 10++++++++++++++
It takes experience to write this way, and you have perfectly Bob, your encounter of smoke filled days is outstanding and raw to the final line...Many are lucky enough never to witness the horror of what War brings and leaves behind, But for some those effects will never leave us..........Fantastic piece of poetry 10++ Thanks for this Bob. Best of Health & Happiness Jon London
Bob, as a veteran (Viet Nam) I did not endure combat. Many of my friends did. And many did not return. I am still chilled by the ull affects war has on soldiers, their families and friends. I am one of the fortunate ones. I only have bitterness that sits with me infrequently. I did not loose a daughter or a son. I do not wake up in cold sweats to reach for a gun. I do not awaken in the middle of the night screaming from witnessed horrible acts. Or smeel the stench eaten by roaming packs of rats. However, I do have my memories and envision my close friends attacked. And that will never leave my mind, ever. Once again, a well written poem. Depictive and vivid.
A favourite subject of mine Bob The great war to end all wars WE emeber the dead but forget the lesson in wars there are no winners
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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you wrote a perfect poem of what our soldiers are going through. a very fine piece.