by Jim Bell | Nov 11, 2014 | Poetry
Khaki clad men ran, stooped, through the trenches maze; Avoiding shells, that aimed to end their days; Through mud and muck, and rat infestation, Past shrieking comrades, fallen, with no sedation. Weapons carried, ready to fire, When called upon, from their rancid...
by Jim Bell | Nov 11, 2014 | Poetry
SACRIFICE Boots and tunics clogged,with clinging mud, Comrade’s bodies, falling with devastating thud. Amid the acrid, stomach churning stenches, Brave young men, fought from the trenches. Rifles loaded, ready to fight, They guarded their lines, with all their might....
