These poems were inspired by ‘Generals Die in Bed’ by Charles Yale Harrison. While reading the book, I was inspired by the points in the book that showed how they could never escape the war. All the high points lasted only a short while, because of the impending doom. In the last few poems, as in the book, everything starts to become darker. The main character is loosing hope.
Sounds of thunder far away but nothing where we are fighting all over the land but waiting where we are we know nothing of the terrors ahead we just wait in the dark and quiet
Rumours coming from everywhere never knowing what to believe thoughts of battles and heroics warm food and a bed but I never get my hopes up these are just latrine rumours
Playing in the water we are young boys again splashing and jumping forgetting our troubles but the war goes on people are dying we can never escape
The rum comes it is our only consolation as we wait
The rum calmes our nerves anxiety fills our small space as we wait
The sky continues to rain the wind continues to blow the sun continues to shine as we blow each other to bits
Locating locating locating fire flying through the air target hit destruction