Reality of a Gas Attack

i wrote this poem as if i was a soldier in world war one. i got inspiration from my history class. My feet started hurting me, they were starting to ache, Then BANG! I heard a bomb go off and the ground started to shake. I grabbed my equipment and sprinted out to fight, But when I arrived there I got a terrible fright. It was like a rainstorm but of blood instead of rain, Around me was terror, faces full of pain. I stumbled over bodies and there…I saw my friend, He had gunshots all over him, he had met a gruesome end. “Quick” I heard an order ‘Gas Gas’ I held my breath, Then I tripped and fell I didn’t want this to be my death. I knew I had to get up now! If I wanted to survive, I forced on my gas mask Struggling to stay alive. Men cried out like babies But I didn’t want to cry, I thought if I was optimistic That I wouldn’t die. I saw others choking I just wanted to run, Bodies lying everywhere They fell like dominoes, One by one. I struggled to my feet It was excruciating pain, I thought of my loved ones What if I never saw them again? The smell of dead bodies The taste of my own blood, I could hear and see men dying While I was sinking in wet mud. Once it all wore off, I started to look around, And stared at all the bodies lying on the ground. They looked as if they were sleeping, as silence was everywhere, I’m glad that I made it although it doesn’t seem that fair. All of these men are heroes and that’s all that I can say, And luckily for me, I will live to see another day.