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The Damned Soldier

Poetry By: CRoberts
War and military


My viewing of the battlefield through the eyes of a soldier. I cannot truely comprehend what they go thorugh, but I can try.


Submitted:Sep 14, 2012    Reads: 102    Comments: 8    Likes: 3   


No name but a number lit up a cigarette

His gun much lighter, hands shaking from the kickback

There was no time for contemplation or regret

He had to go on; his orders weren't to fallback

His hipflask was empty, a new enemy was nerve

Intruding on his thoughts - beading sweat upon his face

Stripped from his vocabulary was love, joy and verve

He had to be stronger, brutality has its grace

He turned to face a number, one which had no name

Who issued the command, 'let us charge my brother'

'For the sake of duty, not for the gold nor fame'

As pain tore his body, his mind sought out his mother

No name but a number now lies on blood blemished ground

He wishes for his hip flask, breathing is such a strain

A bullet through his torso, grenade shrapnel as a crown

Begging for more morphine, till death can ease his pain





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