The endearing images of the Great War
Are of bayonet charges knowing the score
Men pitted at other men in barbed wired trench lines
But death and maiming occurred when it came in kind
From German 77s or British 18 pounders in Flanders Fields
And machine guns at 18 rounds a second not to yield
For you would be felled by a weapon that you could not see
All focused on places with compass bearings would be.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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Graphic and gruesome Very effective poetic description machine guns at 18 rounds a second not to yield ripping flesh and limb to shreds. Maybe nuclear annihilation in a millisecond is more humane