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The date
July Twenty Eight
The year, 1914
The War which we feared 
It began, something we could not foresee
This date, still haunters me
To this very day
Those bewailing screams
And those traumatic scenes
Words to do not to justify 
The violence I've seen
Those images cemented in my brain
I still have those vivid dreams 
From what took place 
That no matter how much gin
I drink it will not go away
I pray for forgiveness for my sins
For those i killed in the war
My families even more distraught
This carnage i couldn’t bare 
A pray to him up here, make it back from the war
I shed blood sweat and tears for my brothers 
Living in pure darkness for so many years
Barbaric injuries that cant be Unseen
Blind to the cold war's corruption
And the overwhelming destruction
The hellish scenes, the smell of death
The air breathed in and breathed out
Men bleeding out, guts open on show
From the broken torsos
Broken bones
I tried i to heal him
Whilst in the mist of the battlefields
I cant see him breathing
Tranquility masks over him
Hes close to leaving 
Hes dying right next to me, I blamed me
We were meant to be a team
He went charging out ahead of me
He was only young, he was was like my son
The fight with death that was the battle
A brave soul but looking back at him
Was the darkness of gun barrel!
I failed him as his sergeant
And as his farther!
I couldn’t look at his broken carcass
And my pain bleeds 
Eternal may he rest in peace
That day will be remembered with me
Taken to my grave
Trapped in hell my tombed sealed
But I'm still awake
My eyes still twitching, they flicker
I'm itching to put the gun 
To my temple and pull the trigger
To ease the pain emotionally and physically
Get out of this hell hole instantly 
We cant we have more love and peace!
7 million civilians deceased
Bodies piled up in a heap
My gun wound though my leg 
Reminds me of my narrow escape of death 
As i stick my fingers in pulling out the bullet 
Through sheer will power and adrenaline i manged to do it 
As the blood oozes I'm losing too much
When we it stop 
It ensues blood
My life flashes I'm doomed
Must I stop thinking I'm a useless solider
I still have both my arms
And firearms 
In my holster,
Bomb blast off just over my platoon
My brothers fatal wounds 
From there firearms
Bleeding out hes dying in my arms! 
And theirs nothing i can do!
Go for cover dragging my brothers limbless body out fast
From the depths of despair 
Muddy helmet and bloody chest
My impulse to pull my trigger to revenge my brothers death
I clench my gun and come out screaming out of my trench
My ordeal
I wake screaming
My nightmare isn’t real
Gulp the vodka, numb the pain
The same nightmare again!
 Night after night day after day!
 I can still smell the scent of rotten-ting flesh
The only thing the war promised was death!
A minute silence for all those
Who died 4 years ago wont
Bring those broken souls home 
But with restore some hope
This war has finally fished today the date 
11th of November Nineteen Eighteen
A date that we be forever remembered
But even more traumatic than fortitude 
Was returning home too 
Loved ones and breaking the there bad news!
She asks you how did he die?
You say peacefully, you lied
We both know its not true
R.I.P Private Mathew Blue.
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