As the snow fell in the trenches,
It covered the remains of dead heroes.
Peacefully silent unlike the past few days
The snow engulfed our reminiscences
Of warm log fires.
Memories shattered by mortars,
Landing only yards away.
We ran for cover,
And waited endlessly.
Upon returning,
We saw that our hopes of freedom,
Had eradicated from view.
The truth was sinking in.
We were given the order to charge.
People dropping like flies.
Is this the way to spend Christmas,
Surrounded by lies?
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