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Years in this trench

and covered in mud

Mired in the stench

and rivers of blood

The body count rises

Blown to shreds

Sandbagged walls comprises

Remnants of our dead

Endless torment, in this abyss

The ground is a swamp of water,

mud, shit and piss

3 day long bombardment

Nerves are shot

Artillery does not relent

Is it all for naught?

Rats are rampant, rife with fleas

Gnawing on corpses, spreading disease

Middle of the night, trench raid attack

Impaled by bayonettes

nowhere to fall back

Alarm bell blares, the Staff sergeant shouts

Warning all, Gas masksout

Sighting the chemical mist

Clouds of greenish yellow,

the battlefield consists

As the whistle sounds...

Stepping foot into enemy ground

Over the top,

Where the killing is nonstop

Squadmates bodies, I race past

Dodging erratic mortar blasts

Running under enemy fire

First wave entangled in barbed wire

Charging into no man's land

As we take our final stand