We charged in
The sky grey with clouds
The ash and smoke all around
The gunshots flew past
The bodies dropped down
They thudded

The air was thunderous yet quiet
Crowded yet lonely
Desperate yet hopeful
The bombs crashed down
The fear immeasurable
The hope draining

I looked out across the field
The bodies strewn
The mud, the smoke, the ash
A cloud of pain rose
It lingered
We charged in