It was cold.
Hands we're numbing.
Feet became wet, holes in my boots.
Winds become eerie, so as the skies.
Body demanded warmth.
Day Dreaming Hawaii.
Reality. I'm at Belgium.
When do i get warm break?
When do i get hot food?
Will Krauts come?
Never for sure.
Gripping my rifle.
Eyes Forward.
Remain Vigilant.
As day and night.
Will be cold again.