Stagnant Air

I looked around the bunker hills
At all the men around,
They looked and acted just like me...
But didn't make a sound.

The field was silent as the night,
The stagnant air was thick.
I burned the sun into my eyes,
But breathing made me sick.

My boots are caked with dust and blood,
With blotches shaded red,
Exploding bombs in front of me,
Behind, a trail of dead.

The sweat and death aromas strong,
I marched into the cave,
And met my match in seconds flat,
The keeper of the grave.

I'll never find my way back home.
I stare into the skies.
A piercing through my heart and lung,
The blackness fills my eyes.

I fought the fight they told me to,
Although I didn't care.
The ground was brown, the sky was blue,
As stagnant as the air.