When the smoke cleared

And I could see more clearly.

I noticed there were tears being shed,

And guessed it was for the dead.

Hours before there was just silence

Erie silence so that you could pray.

Then the racket of war began

Screams and bodies strewn on the ground.

War is hell only when experienced.

A bystander can't see the fray

Or hear the moans of those dying.

And realize the fear you may be next.