Blue sky

Under a red or a blue sky I walked,
unaware to be the last,
alone I was not,
my trench bodies at my side
looking all at the unique red sky,
knowing full well
that it could be our last sight.
We ran,stumbled and ran
some more,
where to, no one knew.
Objects were coming down rapidly
blocking our runs it did.
One by one down we went,
sand,smoke and fire burning us
piece by piece, not feeling pain,
but luring each of us to crosses
that stood ready to receive us...
People. let not our shed
blood be invane, it hurts immensely
to leave this world for you
not to appreciate our parting,
we are long gone, but you
should keep our memories
alive & not be the ones to
write these lines over again....
month: November
day:     11th,
hour:    11th hour
of 1918.
Plus subsequent wars since then.

PS: this is for both my grandfathers who served
& passed right after the 'great war', but also for
uncles who served on the second and all others
thereafter.