I wake into a dream
as always, at the start, it all seems serene
But as I dive deeper and deeper into a nightly pit
I find myself on a battlefield
with a Musket, shot, and shell.
I am in a burrow, with three other men.
One sits, depressed, with his rifle over a shoulder.
Two men converse with a pan of stew for each.
I find myself on one knee,
loading a Musket with shot and shell.
An officer visits us.
In our hole that a cannon blasted apart.
He grips his sword and gives a stern nod.
He gazes at the front lines,
of which seems worlds apart.
“The battle is at a stalemate.” He says.
Us four regard him with care.
For we all know,
That soon we will be called to battle.
I stare at my hands, slightly trembling.
Yet I remind myself that I am no longer a pup.
I have seen my share of war this decade.
And this Musket has claimed many a life.
Whether by a spark of flint
or upon my bayonet.
I have felled the enemy
My thoughts declare that I am a Man.
I have no spouse nor offspring
to leave behind should I fall.
I fight for good pay.
That I might one day change this state of my life.
I hear cannon-fire, both friendly and not.
The officer stands vigilant.
Still gazing at the distance.
“Get ready” He speaks
and thus the dream ends.