Lying in the dirt of a no man’s zone
dying and thinking of home
tears trickling down my cheek
a life born so strong
and ending so weak
I cannot stand,
as my life flashes for the last time in my eyes
I stare at the night sky.
Years on my family will lay a wreath
and will think of one word peace
which is hard fought for
and never sure.
Peace is what everyone wants
but we live in a fallen world
and I fought for all children
to bring a future of smiles
on their faces
in far off foreign places,
where the trenches were dug
and we charged and barged
through enemies lines
and land mines
and were cut down by machine gunners.
I think of my wife, my stunner
and my children
and realise I have done it for them
and my children’s children.
By Daniel Hooks
