Hey Sunstorm here. Just the unsual, I don't own Twilight. My brother wrote this lovely poem for me (and yes, I do have his permission to put this up).
This is dedicated to my Uncle, who served in the Australian army.
What are we fighting for?
Death and destruction, causing loss and pain
Brave men and answering the call
Running right through bullets and rain
Not easing till their enemies fall
.
Through dug out trenches and barbwire fences
Through rain hail or shine we fought
Firing our guns without a thought
Of what are we fighting for?
.
Under the cold, bright moon
We trudged back to base
Unpacking our gear
without a smile on our face
And as we dropped in to bed
My best mate sighed and said
" I hope we get out of this alive"
.
Through dug out trenches and barbwire fences
Through rain hail or shine we fought
Firing our guns without a thought
Of what are we fighting for?
.
As we watched and waited on the front line,
Gruesome images, flowed into my mind
As I tried to swallow, my throat was dry
Still came the scenes of a blood red sky
We never heard the guns, only the sound
I watched as my mates fell all around
Scrambling for cover I hit the ground
Fighting back round after round.
As the battle ended we saw that we won
We celebrated with wine and barrels of rum
Through the party I still felt sick and started to moan
Because the thing that I wanted
Was to be back home.
.
Through dug out trenches and barbwire fences
Through rain hail or shine we fought
Firing our guns without a thought
Of what are we fighting for?
Hoped you liked it. Please ignore the random full stops. I couldn't get my space bar to work -.-'
-Sunstorm raining
