Battle Comments

A pause: I stand and see Lifting into the night like founts incessantly, The pistol-lights' pale spores upon the glimmering air… Under them furrowed trenches empty, pallid, bare…. Nice poem. 10

From out a high, cool cloud descends An aeroplane's far moan, The sun strikes down, the thin cloud rends…. The black speck travels on. And sweating, dazed, isolate In the hot trench beneath, We bide the next shrewd move of fate Be it of life or death. Wow, great poem with so lovely stanzas. 10++

The voices were as if the dead had never been! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

I know that this has come out from the first hand account of a battle front- so terrifying. Thanks, Robert. We bide the next shrewd move of fate Be it of life or death.

A pause: I stand and see Lifting into the night like founts incessantly, The pistol-lights' pale spores upon the glimmering air… Under them furrowed trenches empty, pallid, bare…. And rain snowing trenchward ghostly and white, O dead in the hedges, sleep ye well to-night! .. . heartfelt ending. Thanks and congratulation to his soul.

Such a real sad situation of soldiers in the midst of war....

What we do to soldiers when we send them to war- -it is unrelieved horror. Is it any wonder that soldiers suffer and suffer is the right word from post traumatic stress disorder or variously known as an everlasting stay in hell