thoughts of a soldier

three hours ago,
he steped into the trench,
and yet he's still not use to the stench,
bangs and booms everywhere,
smells worse here than over there.

cold and alone,
hearing everyone moan,
and talking about home,
there all feeling alone,
crying and thinking about the family and home

thinking about how im going to die,
they lied saying its nice,
whats the point of this?
to die in a trench and have no last kiss.