As I watch my comrades fall, <br />I cant help but think of how lucky I am to be alive. <br /> <br />Blood is everywhere. <br />The blood of the people around me splatters across my face <br />And into my mouth. <br /> <br />I can hardly see who I'm shooting at. <br />The smoke is so thick <br />I am blinded by a cloud of toxic gray. <br /> <br />A cannon ball just went through a horse. <br />In one end <br />And out the other. <br />The poor creature crashes to the ground with a thud. <br /> <br />The Rebels are starting to retreat. <br />Or are they? <br />A charge of men with bayonets attack us. <br /> <br />We fire at them, fast as lightning. <br />Heavy lead bullets bury themselves in the enemies' skulls. <br />Hardly a single Reb is left. <br />And then they retreat. <br /> <br />Once the battle is over, I am glad we had a hill, <br />Glad we had the advantage. <br />Glad I survived the first Battle of Gettysburg.<br /><br />Kylee Bartz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/american-civil-war/
