The Unforgivable War

For the last couple of weeks we have been learning about the great war also known as World War 1. For this we done a poem. Here is my poem.

The Unforgivable War.

Me and the boys we are Exhausted, We are Sleep-less, we are Hungry, we are Hopeless.

Me and the boys we were coming down one by one, We were terribly sick, and our legs are terribly numb.

It was my turn for some sleep marching away from the front line to safety feeling guilty watching men get killed.

Almost there, soldiers waking soldiers up, feeling more and more guilty for all there sleep that they lost.

I'm too tired, too sore, too hungry  it hurts when I go to my gun.

The master is yelling at us ‘ Gas boy's gas’ I don't think any of us can get our masks we are all too sore from the broken bones and cuts in our feet from lost boots. Its torture, none of us even have a boot, we all have trench foot and ripped clothing.

We all scream in pain as we are only grabbing our guns,food and masks from our bags.

“Gas, Gas everyone, Gas Get your masks hurry Gas, Get them now.”

When everyone gets the message the deaf people don’t so they have to guess what is going on. One by one they get the message, One soldier then two  then nine then all but there is always the one  person who loses his life to the thick and flammable gas. He is so pale like paper, he screams and cries while we all watch him die.

Everyone is devastated with another one of us gone.

Through thickening, greenish, flammable gas it's hard to see anyone, even the master.

For months on end it's been basically like  green, deadly and flammable  fog except it gets greener and greener until you can't see.

My mate John running through that thick, now green, flammable gas i know that he won't make it but i am hoping he will.

He drops on the ground i thought he was being dramatic, but he wasn't he was now twitching, screaming crying.

Imagine this your best friend has just breathed in some poisonous gas and they are dying. You are going to have to walk behind the old, rusty, wagon watching them die, Twitching, throwing up, Screaming,crying, ripped clothing, lost boots.

They are as lifeless as it gets I wish i hadn't watched this, i felt sick.

Now he is unconscious but on the uneven ground he is being tossed around.

The gas has shriveled up his lungs and he is throwing mucus and blood up.

Screams and cries cover the whole of the battle field and no man's land “great” i think as people die “more dying people to pick up” “yay” that and John was all i could think about…..wait he stopped moving…...he's gone. I felt sick, mean,helpless.

Me and the boys we came to war thinking ‘it's wonderful to die for your country’ or ‘if i die it's for the good or great of the country’ but experiencing this it will never be forgiving only horrer and a big long nightmare. Will i never hear you mutter in the wind a single good thing about the people in the war only horror and nightmares.