War

Walking out the back door,
Saying goodbye to my wife and children,
I turn and wave,
My family cry.

Climbing into the back of the truck,
In the pouring rain,
I grab my first gun,
And look at the bloody lane.

How did I get myself in this place,
I didn't volunteer,
I miss my wife and children,
Eyes and hearts full of tears.

I get into my trench,
I shoot my first bullet,
When I am not looking,
I get shot in the gullet.

Its all over,
25,too young to die,
My family will get a letter,
Thats where I lie.

Anya Wilson