Once there was a little boy in London he was born in 1895 before the great war. Lots of places helped Britain to beat the enemies when the young lad stepped up to be a soldier. Then the big bad boss said ”always be behind enemy lines.”
Five hours later
Dead bodies everywhere, the smell of blood and regret in the air.
All by my self standing there, thinking should it have been my time to live or die. Thinking of all of the good souls that people had and that are now a pile of DEAD, BLOODY HEAPS OF BONES!!!