Blood seeping into the ground,
Limbs thrown with every explosion.
Boold filled trenches and,
pale white faces.
Bodies lieing on the ground,
Not a word spoken or a sound heard.
The night is quiet and filled with enemy footprints.
Sweat upon his his brow and dirt on his young face.
Mind set on doing was he was sent to do.
Hidden well he sees them passing,
Hoping this feeling won't be lasting.
He is blind. Blind from the darkness.
The enemy sourrounds him.
Bullet shot in the back of his head,
The youthful soldier falls down dead.
The battle is over and lives lost,
and the victory unclaimed.