I never knew what obstacles,
May be lurking around the bend.
There had been many times
I thought that my life would end.
I never knew who to trust,
I was in a world full of strangers.
Even though we were always alert,
It was hard to ignore the dangers.
Today there are still times when,
I wake up in the dead of night.
Even though I'm sound asleep,
I cannot shake that awful fright.
The memories always still haunt me,
I can't get them out of my head.
So often I look back and realize,
Many times I came close to being dead.
The war will never really be over,
For those who have lived through hell.
And as those thoughts always remain,
There are many stories we have to tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem