Fields of Meuse-Argonne

A soldier walking through that open grave.

All these bodies piled high, on one they could save

Is this what it means to be brave?

Once honor and glory was what they all would rave.

But know all that is left for them is a six foot deep covered cave.

Screams fill the clouded air

Guns mowed down everything leaving the land bear

Medical supplies running low, used clothing for bandages for which they had to tear.

More dead thrown in with little care.

Still they onward into to death’s lair.

Men tell stories of peaceful summers as a kid flying a kite.

During the night, bombs make that sky light

People here say that it is a pointless fight

But our leaders said it was right

They try to pray with all our might

In that distant dark field in the dead of night.

Cries of the wounded keep the others in fear

Thoughts of death approaching from the rear

Letters are written, but will never reach the ones who are dear

The minds of those poor souls will never be right, never be clear

This horrifying war will last for many a four year.