Live On

I hear the bang of the gun

I rush to my tent

I am all alone, scared

But ready to fight

I grab my gun and run to the line

Shaking

No one must know my fears

Men are shouting at me

But I hear nothing

All I can hear are my thoughts and memories

We start to move

But I stand still

Frightened of what lies over that hill

Pushed, shoved, smacked

Nothing could move me

Until I heard a voice

"Momma?", "Is that you?" I called out

"Fight on, push on, nothing can stop you"

I must live on

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