The field is seen thru a soldiers eyes
He looks across the mist
Across the pile of bodies
But death is not what he sees
He sees what his heart has missed
He sees the face of one he loves
He is scared for he has changed
Can he return and be the same?
He looks out, death surrounds him
The roar of guns deafen him
Fear grips him
Fear not of death but of change
I am a fool he thinks
I am at war

By Donal Campbell

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