Battlefield Scence

The Battlefield was alive Rows of soldiers on either side Flutes and drums played behind me My brother's stood beside me The bright sun challenge my sight Hearts racing ready to fight Bayonet rests heavy on my arm Waiting for the command to charge Yesterday's battle scars Irritate under my tabart Whistle blower starts the race Collision course at gruesome pace Dodging arrows and spearheads I fell over the fallen dead Face down I have a choice to make Continue the fight or make death fake I took a deep breath and jumped up Taking part in the punch up When the Director shouted "cut, that's a wrap" Tomorrow's scence is about a booby trap