From My Diary: Sadness

Everyday we advance further up the ridge Clouds of dirt seem to be detonated spontaneously eyes burning with the smog of war ear piercing screams encompassing my thoughts gripping the mud as we examine our own mortality red waters flow through torsos strewn far and wide lay still until our adversary ceases bombarding with shells Hearts pulsating with the shock of combat The war cry from afar shoots adrenalin directly into our veins Sweating, nausea, fever shivers ordered from hell God bless our souls as we risk the ultimate gift, life 30/10/17 finished 7th in From My dairy Competion 8/11/17