Battle of Gettysburg Day Two.
Battle of Gettysburg day two.
My hands are numb and my shoulders shake with the cold.
I sit on my **** in the cold damp grass,
the campfire does nothing to warm this situation.
It just cracks and spits at the damp wood.
Hardly a word is said and yet my
mind is full of screaming and shouting.
If I pissed myself once this day
I did it four or five times,
never has my cock leaked so much
yet I haven"t sh@t in days.
Food is low but moral is good
and we all have high hopes
for tomorrows battle.
I am under Pickett"s charge
yet my mind is wild
and my heart seems to over beat,
there is a knot in
my stomach the size
of my fist,
so I think
of home
to calm down.
Virginia.
I watch my mother
hanging out
washing with
her thin hands.
I gulp and wonder
if I shall see her soon.
She died three
years ago.
Copyright © Ned Flanders | Year Posted 2009
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