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Not the start of one does he announce,. Not a legible word does he pronounce,. But everyone does know what he speaks,. His face covered in smothering red streaks,.
It was cold and wet in the trenches, the great war of 1914. Samuel was a soldier now, three days on the frontline, still 'green'. Not accustomed to the blood and dirt.
My soul will live, With you forever, Flown away, Broke the tether, Keeping me trapped, Upon this earth, Given wings to fly, And heaven's worth.
"What are you doing here dad?", the soldier said in shock, then he went and took a seat next to his father on a rock. "I've come to bring you home son, I've come to hold your hand.
I was standing in the rain hoping my time would come, hoping this would be over. The rain was burning the bare skin on my shoulders and arms. This was it, the burning was getting worse.