Korean war memory

Under a gun metal grey sky

Another bullet shoots by

My friend lays next to me dead

He took his own gun to his head

The stench of death is around me

Men I knew now a rotting sea

Flies and the smell of burning pork

I am alone listening to garbled radio talk

If hell was on earth it is here in the mud

Mixed with pompous pride and innocent blood

I want to go home for I am now the last

I cannot protect this hole from one more bomb blast

But I am a soldier to run would be treason

Even though I am fighting a war with no good reason

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I wrote this when I was 9 for my junior school English teacher Mr Abbott, he asked us to write an account of being in the trenches. My father served in the Korean war, he hated flies and the smell of cooked pork, being curious I asked why and he told me.

So I put myself in his mind set and wrote this. My dad told me off and said it was to be thrown away, Mr Abbott read it to the class and I got an A+...I loved the subjects he asked us to write about and I think it was due to him that I began writing so early.

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