Diary Of An Unknown Soldier

I remember the Argonne, 1918
The sounds of that battle still haunt me to this day
Machine gun fire from enemy lines
The sickening sound of a bayonet tearing through human flesh
The soldier next to me firing his sidearm in desperation
All these sounds still echo in my mind,
And as conducted by Death himself it all comes together as music
A rhythm of death
A symphony of war