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FLEEING BATTLE
WE SAW IT COMING,
WE RAN,STAGGERING-
BLEEDING AND BLEATING
SMELLING OF WAR-
AND GREAT WAS OUR WOE
AS BOMBS KEPT DROPPING
FOR OUR BREATHE, STRANGLING-
CAUSING GASPS AND PAIN-
AND MANY WERE LAIN
IN ETERNAL SLEEP
WOUNDED HOT AND BLEED:
SO WE RAN IN WEEPS,
SUPPORTING BROTHERS-
HOW WE RAN! DEFEATED SOLDIERS
WHILE ENEMY GRENADES SHOWERED:
"FLEE! FLEE! FLEE!" THE VOICE OF BROTHERS-
THAT WE PAINFULLY DID,BLEEDING-
"URG!" ANOTHER SOLDIER DROPPING
AND BACK WE WENT TO GIVE A HAND-
HIS RIGHT LEG AMPUTATED HOT
BY GRENADES FROM ENEMY'S POT-
"BUUUUM!" CRIED GRENADES RIGHT FROM BEHIND,
FORCING US ALL RIGHT THROUGH THE PINE:
BUT WAS THIS WHAT WAR MEANT,BUSINESS?
I ASKED MYSELF AS WE FLED WITH ALL MORTAL FORCE-
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