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War of the World

War Of The World Death, pain, blood, shellshocked men, suffering and darkness.  It's all they ever saw.  Soldiers thinking of their lives.  Rotting flesh and the whimper of dying men with their bodies half blown off.  Other soldiers shooting them in the head to end their pain.   The shattering sound of an explosive destroying lives and more ground.  Blood and body parts spray through the air and spread throughout the ground. Total emptiness and nothingness.  Mounds and mounds of burning bodies and horses.  Scattered planes, tanks, trucks and others.  Burning guns and oil.  Because the world went to war so much was lost for so little gain.  The war of the world shall never be forgotten.  Please post comments

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