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“What’re you doing? We need to leave Maxfield.” A sense of urgency in his voice as I desperately search the corpses pockets. “Let’s go man!” It has nothing of use, just a wallet, filled with useless money. I see Calloway at the end of the hall, he’s still yelling. If he doesn’t shut up they’ll...

Ash is falling, Injured men crawling. How nice, their sacrifice. The streets flood, with young man’s blood. They wear their uniforms, into desert storms. Friends are lost, But at what cost? To protect mankind, From men, angry and blind. Rifles in tow, Chevrons to sew. Foxholes,Trenches,jungle, All men humble In the field, Nervous. Thank them for their service. Without it, We’d be doomed, On this day Poppies bloomed. Lest we forget.

I Awoke, My breath was visible. I got out of bed and put another log in the fireplace, Listening to the pops and cracks while my body slowly captured the heat. the log pile was almost completely gone, id have to get more later. It will be spring soon, but this amount wouldnt suffice. I put on...

In the trench, he is safe. Safe from gunfire and explosions. new dangers are in the trenches, trench foot malaria, hypothermia, rats, being alone with his thoughts. he thinks of home,...