Foy

The snowy field was silent,
Calm and peaceful perfection
A breeze disturbed the branches
The village was eerily quiet…

Whistles pierced the morning air
Soldiers ran across the cold, white ground
Mortars fell like rain
Bullets buzzed,
Like flies above corpses

Buildings of snipers,
Streets of machine gunners,
Courtyards of tanks,
All doing a deadly job

One man runs across the chaos
Bringing messages to I-Company
They can’t shoot Lt. Speirs
They are stunned at the sight
Of him running across this cold Hell

War raged in Foy
Like fire
From house to house
The day goes to the allies
And the corpses go to the worms…