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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399997" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Trench charge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Firing from his hip he was running, <br>with the light machinegun kicking <br>dressed in a brown army uniform<br>running towards a trench<br>while bullets whistled, swished past him<br>with some kicking up dust around him<br>and like a machine functioning<br>at perfect speed and timing<br>he lobbed a grenade<br>somewhat like a cricket ball <br>but with a deadly sting<br>into the trench<br>before dropping behind a small stone wall<br>waiting for the explosive cracking sound<br>giving instructions with hand signs<br>to the troops that followed him</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and when it came <br>he let of a few bursts<br>with the light machinegun <br>on its folded out stand<br>before half-terrified, filled with adrenaline<br>he started running again<br>with his troops following him, <br>shooting from the hip <br>and at the enemy trench<br>jumps straight in<br>spraying soldiers dressed in olive green<br>with flaming hot bullets, <br>smelling the fumes of cordite, <br>mixed with sand and death<br>with every breath burning <br>in his chest and throat<br>without time to really think, <br>just to comprehend<br>and to react, noting dust flying <br>from the wall next to his head <br>were passing enemy bullets were slamming.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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with the light machinegun kicking 
dressed in a brown army uniform
running towards a trench
while bullets whistled, swished past him
with some kicking up dust around him
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