Death/Destruction

War

Boots are crunching on the cold ground called earth,

Hand-Gernades are flying,

As reainforcements run through the feild,

Many men fall to there knees,

Their faces expressionlessness,

They duck for cover and missles wiz by,

Their hands are clenched and their ready for the devil,

Their faces pale and they hear the wounded cry,

Theres only one thing to do,

Thats to wait the anticipation,

Of survivng one more day.

Reviews

[stipe]

grenades. reinforcements. field. missiles. they're (as in: they are). but in "their faces" you've got it right.
but i like