Here is an extract from one of my attempted war poems as mentioned in the previous post. Tell me that's not a damn good attempt for an 18-year-old. Just try.
~Onwards I march, enduring till morning, the relentless night.
In my mind, I walk with Graves, hand-in-hand amongst the dead,
Boys, all boys, far too young to join in death’s deceitful dance,
Only God can tell why none were given a second chance.~
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