Being Jim

I struggle to mount the wood of the ladder over to the battlefield.

But then I felt something deep in me, the cold feeling, something that’s piercing through me.

For then I had caught attention to the deep craters blown by overpowered mortars.

Then for I had seen the barb wire preventing us soldiers to pass.

Suddenly the distant gunshots started from another battle far in the fog of war.

My Tongue started tingling after eating too many salty food.

While moving on I tasted my saliva overflowing in my mouth as I had ravies .

Myself  had now stepped from the depths of the trench to the grounds of the killzone.

Enemies are now waiting for their targets to be visible.

I crouch down and then the officer passed  a command to move on.

Now I wonder if the enemies are alerted  and stand guard?

After that then I started thinking that will I die?

REMEMBERING SUMMER

On cold Autumn nights…

My feet remembers pressuring the pedals of the kart.

My stomach remembers the rumbling of hunger.

My body remembers vibrating as the kart rushes.

My arms remembers waving like a flag after every lap.

My hand remembers catching a grip on the steering wheel.

My head remembers being organised with a helmet and a hair net.

My face remembers the lights flare over my face.

My mouth remembers inhaling and exhaling particles of gas,

but I’ll always remember that summer will return.

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