The enemy bumped on our left
flank with a crackling burst of rounds.
Sun angled low and speared
dappled rays through shrouding canopy,
Agony etched on the dead
soldier's face exposed the Devil's hand,
As the wounded cry alone to be
saved, the dead reach their calm salvation
Dread descends as the growling
machines thud away to the gloomy horizon.
© 30 June 2001
Bob Wood, Tony Cox, Bob Lewis & members of C Coy
© 1999 -
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