The Final Wave

Deep breath, slowly fading, All we are doing is waiting
Waiting for the whistle, waiting for the call
The one thing to end us all

Heavy breaths linger in the air,
This is the last peaceful moment we share
The general holds a solemn glance,
He knows we won't make this advance

A sharp sound fills the air, We all say one last prayer,
Over the top we go
Soldiers behind one another toe to toe

The musked air fills our senses,
Men caught in wire fences, A shot through my core
These were the last words I bore

Are you proud of me dad
I was your only lad, I died in grace mum
All feeling was gone, My body Numb

Looking into the blood soaked sky
I knew to fly high, A poppy now grows where I fell
Lone pine is where I lay, I Still remember the day
The whistle blew sending us to our graves.

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