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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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