By 18th October 2019December 9th, 2019No Comments

Here I sit on a lonely park bench,
I try hard to forget the shallow, dark trench,
I try hard to forget the filth and blood,
And the bodies of friends lying in the mud.

I try to forget that feeling of fear,
As a German patrol drew closer and near,
I try hard to forget taking a life,
That man I killed would’ve had a child and wife.

I WILL remember the friends I have lost,
And the war that happened at such a great cost,
I can now feel myself slipping away,
I knew that I’d see my friends one day.

Oliver Simms

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