As the bullets were flying overhead,
I knew any moment I could be dead.
When the bombs exploded all around,
I stayed as low as possible to the ground.
We crawled on through the muck and the mud,
And on occasion within the sticky blood.
I did what I could to keep my buddies alive,
And searched for a way to ensure we survived.
I pulled the trigger at the enemy in my sight,
Even though I didn't want to be in that fight.
I watched him go down, but I was not thrilled,
But it was either him or me about to be killed.
Our limits were pushed, but we couldn't break,
Because too many lives were at stake.
While under heavy fire we had to move on,
Yet the enemy had still not withdrawn.
We treated the wounded and covered the dead,
The whole scenario was so much to dread.
No one is sure what all this fighting was for,
Nobody ever wants to be part of a war.
My internal struggles are still raging on,
Because those memories will never be gone.
Although my wounds and scars have healed,
I will forever remain on the battlefield.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem