Here we go again
March! March 1 march 1
Into some village
Where everything is crushed
The pain in my feet
The water in my socks
All I'm waiting for
Is the morning cocks
The morning arrives
We pass houses with women and children inside
The look at us as if we are so strange
But what can I say we live in a cage
My friend and I go into a house
A grandma and grandpa welcome us
We go in side and just walk pass
I take my shoes and socks off
Trench foot they say
They look like if flesh
Just faded away
“My poor thing “she says
And bandages my legs
With oil and water
I feel like such an egg
She says she has two sons
Like my friend and I
She shows me upstairs
And says the woman is mine
Packages are delivered
Which means someone is dead
Or just injured
Maybe that the one instead
She acts like a mother to us
We act like her sons
Like family
We complete the uncompleted ones
She tells us stories about her sons
Her husband agrees
We think about them
Like the forgotten ones
New recruits arrive
Were not the new ones now
And when we look at them
They take a bowl
We do drills again
2 hours a day
We become stronger
In the ground as we lay
I get 2 new chevrons
My friend becomes an officer
We still stay close
And make each other stronger
A month goes by
We finally move on
And I promise my new mother
Than I would keep my feet strong
She gives me food
And a kiss on my cheek
We are surrounded by new soldiers
They are just full of defeat
We just sit there and smile
Such a lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteAnd its true, feet are very important in life.