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by amy Feb 12, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Whistling, whining machine gun bullets My heart dropped We re going over the top My company commander had his face shot away There will be a lot of blood shed today Bodies and coffins flying in the air We couldnt forget the Germans were there Many had their legs amputated While we sat and waited! We heard the cry And watched them die That noon we went over the top I took the whole troop but the Gerrys shot the lot!