Lest We Forget

 Lest We Forget
by Ivan F.D

"Bang!" go the rifles.
"Boom!" go the shells.
"Rat-a-tat-tat!" go the LMG's.
It's utter chaos. Bodies lying with open wounds
like glass. You can look into their soulless eyes.
Friends kneeling to their friends body, a tear going
down his face like a miniature river. He was soon filled with
woe and despair. He's been through too much. He stands at night,
holding a pistol, the image too gruesome to think. His grave
was washed with poppies and flowers and tears. Many saying,
"Lest we forget."