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Tell me sir, what was it like staring at a brown wasteland. No bird or bees, nothing expect for the distant booming. the dead carcass of the trees, like a distant memory. The holes in the ground, angry spikes of the fences. Tell me please, what was it like at night, when the stars came but lost their sparkle. When a fog would hang in the air. When the ground was slush and ice, So dark you could not see your own nose, when you wished you had someone to hold and cuddle. No light, no sound.
Tell me please, what was it like when the bright sun came up, but the golden rays felt cold on your worn skin, when the morning mist was our enemy, lying over the waste land, like a blanket. Tell me please, do you remember the rumble of machines, the screams of shells, the ground shaking because of bombs, how your teeth rattled in your mouth, how you started at the wall thinking of England. Holding on to the gun like a dear friend. While the battle roars on... I am sorry if it hurts you to think, I just want to know. I feel lucky, I just want to know your story. Thank You. Lonelychild 10
