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-