In The Eye Of A Soldier Of World War 2 In the eye of a soldier of World War 2 I see the reflections Of indescribable pain. I see death! I see what would blind the mind of some, I see nightmares and tears that flow, I see blood oozing. Hearts stopping, I see darkness; the light is out. In the ears of a soldier of World War 2 I hear screams and cries of pain. I hear bangs, explosions and booms so many, I hear thuds and cracks, such horrible sounds, even some that I had never heard before. In the mouth of a soldier of World War 2 I taste the salt of blood and tears. I taste the hunger, the dryness, the thirst. But not all for food. I taste the hunger for love, for family. I taste the hunger for victory, for rest. I taste the hunger for peace. In the nose of a soldier of World War 2 I smell death. I smell the stale odour of dried blood, of gunpowder. I smell the scent of fear, the scent of pain. I smell hope and I smell tiredness. In the heart of a soldier of World War 2 I feel love. I feel a pain so strong; it can't be eased. There is no medicine for death. For the sting it leaves to those living. I feel sadness, yet a glint of happiness. So little. Almost none. I feel alone- surrounded by thousands, millions- yet I feel alone! Emily W.      2003 BACK