My heart beats, beats a fierce pace and its not even 5 am, as i lay in the trench by familiar faces,worn out face.
The sound of war is all around, the screams of the dead the cries of the wounded.
The smoke filled sky and the blood stained ground. The rain hits the ground falling upon bodies upon bodies, like tears from loved ones when they hear the news that there sons and husbands wont be coming home.
Now till this very day, not many think of those who saved us gave us our peace and freedom.
So on this day November 11 let us bow our head and remember all those who died the fathers, the sons, the brothers, and uncles.
Let us wear a poppy to show respect...let us remeber and lest we forget.....never forget.
