• Through smoke and through smog,
    the children they fall,too young to die or not live at all,"war did this",the man said. All war ever grants you is violence and distrust," although,"you think,"but i must." at first war is glamor, a chance to see the world, but then reality sets in and your chance is lost.



    in war you don't have a choice,you have to fight,with strengh and with might. Many lives lost, with bomb, or with gun, "war is not fun"is what the man told me,but but i did nothing but ignore him.


    Many years later i hid from the enemy, ducking, and dodging the artillery. Seeing friends die is not for the eye . I should have listened to the man, but it is now my blood that glistened.