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[aid] => mick
[title] => Regiment Of Ghosts (Part 2)
[time] => 2005-10-09 10:43:37
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[bodytext] => As I walk through the millions of poppy flowers seeds were scattered on sacred ground in the silent hours it seems each scented poppy was for each man that fell I can feel their fears… fears that they can not now tell. …………...……………............ I can hear the artillery shells fall a thousand yards away I can see the midnight sky light up like a firework display I can feel the heat on my face as I stare over the trench I can smell the acrid smoke and the burning stench. I sink down in the trench I can not believe the scene maybe in a moment if I blink it will be just a dream tears form in my eyes from the smoke and mist I tremble with fear without a hope, without a wish. My heart races fast but does not skip a beat my whole body is shaking from my head to my feet my mind is spinning from the noise of the blasts and I can hear myself crying, crying for my past. ‘Oh I want to be back in the green pastures of England without the ‘King’s Shilling’ in my hand. I want to be walking in the dales of my home Shire with a burning heart for the love I so desire’. ‘Hush’ the sergeant whispered ‘Hush my bonnie lad for you look like the son I never had’ he put his arm around my shoulder to bring me near he did not seem to tremble, as he drew from me my fear. I look him in the eye and not a tear could I see no emotion, but a passion to fight, and to be free with a nod of his head, his lips began to smile ‘Come on bonnie lad, together we will go this one last mile’. I look around at my comrades as we prepare to advance their bodies are still, their minds captured in a trance suddenly the general’s cry goes out, a whistle sounds then mass confusion and the sergeant can not be found. Over the trench I go and into the depths of the unknown running forward among men that have fallen, some still groan deafening explosions all around, then shrapnel pierced my heart I sink to my knees wondering ‘how did all this madness start’. ………………………………................... I hear my father saying ‘god speed my son time for you to sleep’ I feel my mothers love, and like the shrapnel, her love is so deep. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 57 [informant] => Harlequin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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