Fading
The roar in his ears was fading now,
Not much longer the sergeant said.
The stink of cordite was fading now,
As he looked around at all the dead.
The shroud of smoke was fading now,
The gunfire that caused him to fear.
Machine gun chatter was fading now,
As the advancing enemy drew near.
All went quiet as they passed him by,
His thoughts were fading now.
He lay there wondering what to do
His mind was fading now.
He stood once more in that hell.
Looking at himself amid red snow,
All has faded for him now.
© Dave Timperley 24/10/2019
Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2019
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