Word War
I was a man in 1914
A man with a family
A man at peace
But that was to be changed
Now 1917 late at night
My family sleeping in their beds
There was a knock at the door
And as I opened it
My whole life changed
I was pulled out of my house and pulled into the war
To find out at that time that we’d been attacked
We had been dragged into the war
Was heart stopping
And I wasn’t there to protect my family
I was a soldier in 1917
a soldier with a gun
a soldier with blood on my hands
Not a month in and I had killed hundreds
I was not at peace with myself from how many people I had killed
But I was protecting my loved ones
I was protecting my land
I was in pain and had many bullet holes
Nothing to take the pain away
I had to keep fighting if I wanted to get back to my family
I wasn’t able to write them and tell them that I was ok
After fighting for awhile
They pulled me out of the war but didn’t send me home
I was still not able to write them
They were taking care of my wounds but I couldn’t stop thinking of my family
After sitting out for awhile
They sent me back into the field
A day went by and I could tell that I wasn’t in the right place
Hiding behind an abandoned car
I saw their faces and I knew I was in the wrong place
Sitting there holding my breath
Hoping they didn’t find me
I was praying
I was praying that I would live
That I would be able to see my wife and 2 daughters again
Praying that I’d see them grow up and get married
Praying to see my grandchildren
I heard footsteps getting closer and closer to me
One was right next to me I felt
I stood up and fired
I missed
I was a man in 1918
a man with honor
a man who fought for my land
a man with a broken hearted family
a man who was one of 9 million
a man lying in a wooden box
I was a man 6 feet in the ground
A man with a family
A man at peace
But that was to be changed
Now 1917 late at night
My family sleeping in their beds
There was a knock at the door
And as I opened it
My whole life changed
I was pulled out of my house and pulled into the war
To find out at that time that we’d been attacked
We had been dragged into the war
Was heart stopping
And I wasn’t there to protect my family
I was a soldier in 1917
a soldier with a gun
a soldier with blood on my hands
Not a month in and I had killed hundreds
I was not at peace with myself from how many people I had killed
But I was protecting my loved ones
I was protecting my land
I was in pain and had many bullet holes
Nothing to take the pain away
I had to keep fighting if I wanted to get back to my family
I wasn’t able to write them and tell them that I was ok
After fighting for awhile
They pulled me out of the war but didn’t send me home
I was still not able to write them
They were taking care of my wounds but I couldn’t stop thinking of my family
After sitting out for awhile
They sent me back into the field
A day went by and I could tell that I wasn’t in the right place
Hiding behind an abandoned car
I saw their faces and I knew I was in the wrong place
Sitting there holding my breath
Hoping they didn’t find me
I was praying
I was praying that I would live
That I would be able to see my wife and 2 daughters again
Praying that I’d see them grow up and get married
Praying to see my grandchildren
I heard footsteps getting closer and closer to me
One was right next to me I felt
I stood up and fired
I missed
I was a man in 1918
a man with honor
a man who fought for my land
a man with a broken hearted family
a man who was one of 9 million
a man lying in a wooden box
I was a man 6 feet in the ground