It was like the gates of h*** had burst asunder, and all of h*** came flooding in. They would soon find out if they would run like boys or stand and fight like men. The artillery fell silent as the eastern sky turned from dark to light, soon to be replaced by small arms fire all along the line, center, left and right. No one could have blamed those boys that day if they had turned and run
Rocío (Ro) Christensen
@rocio · 0:17
Hey, welcome to swell and wow. Thank you so much for such a rich and detailed and beautiful poem. I really enjoyed listening to this, and I think it's a wonderful tribute to your father