Ladhanz

A million shells you fire, gallons upon gallons of gunpowder you consume, tons of carbon paint the sky that you cannot see, a ringing drum beats in your ear but you pay it no heed. What is left, what is right; you do not know. Neither up nor down, neither black nor white. You know nothing but what you want, When all you want is peace. When you see your fallen comrade   asking only that you achieve what he could not, and then another, then a third; when the cold bites your flesh because your respected wool is no more; when the lead whizzes straight past your head, when the shrapnel falls right next to you, sto