Death was everywhere, to the left and to the right,
There in front of me and even right behind.
Could I ever possibly survive,
As limbs fly around and men stagger blind.
Bodies all strewn in a gruellsome sight,
Arms and legs missing and even some heads.
Others scream out, "I dont want to die",
Holding big gaping holes, were their stomachs bled.
I hate this war, awash with all the blood,
Bullets and shells are raining everywhere.
Its in the hundreds, the men that they fall,
Whilst the injured, they curse and they swear.
I cannot believe, that I have not been hit,
As I see others, fall to the ground.
The look on their faces of disbelief,
Others, they died without uttering a sound.
It was like they had never even been here,
The sounds of the screams, that haunting sound
repeats and repeats in my head.
So many killed, and by far, most of them boys.
Injured ones called out for their mothers,
for them their cries were all in vain.
The rest being shelled, were unable to bother,
As they all feared for their lives as well.
I am just one of those lucky few,
That made it to safety at last.
Survivors now form a mere size of the queue.
From the thousands that swelled our ranks,
Ah!...this beach, this bloodred beach,
By the blood that it soaked from the men,
In years to come,...what will this bloodbath teach?
