The Attack Poem by Philip Lore

The Katusa's were fired,
From a field just nearby...
As I watched their trajectory,
I knew someone will die,
They fell in the night,
Explode, kill and maim,
Followed by sniper fire,
Sporadic....well aimed.

Mortars follow next, as they whistle down,
They impact to my right, I'm hugging the ground,
Shrapnel screams...As it cuts through the air,
Concussion waves follow, I'm filled with despair.
A wave of hot air and a horrible sound,
The call for a medic...a body was found.

Finally it stops, I take a quick breath,
I'm lucky tonight,
To escape such a death!