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A Winters night in Normandy (Free verse) by ciantu On a boat to Normandy....
I think to myself, where will I go when I die
Would anyone cry?
-The screams of our troops dying on the beach.
-The sound of it would make you screach.
-The visions of dismembered bodies.
-It's a shame this boat don't have a potty.
-The smell of rotting corpses buried shallow in the sand.
-You can't forget the stench of burning boots.
-It is enough to make you puke.
-All I want is to go home.
-Uph.
-It's getting very cold and the light is getting bright.
-It is hard to believe I am dying tonight.
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Posted: November 23, 2002 3:50 PM PST; Last modified: November 23, 2002 3:50 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.2689414 Overall Rank: 3835 Comments:
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T'ien @ 217.36.202.68
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23-Nov-02/4:23 PM
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no offence but why do you write about fighting like this this seems a little void really
I like the line 'you can't forget the stench of burning boots', but to be brutally honest that's about it.
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