There were times
While in a muddy hole,
I tried to think, why.
Here where no one gave a damn.
Alone, except for the noise,
That was incessant and deafening.
Has my hour come to face the Lord?
Random thoughts, amongst the shell bursts.
Soon the order will be given
And into hell's abyss I'll charge.
Fear racing beside me,
Poking me not to fall behind.
Love ya!
Jane