Member Poem

They say third time's the charm,
but the third time never worked for me.
I stood in the desolate plains,
the field littered with my fallen comrades who fought for our country.

They say third time's the charm,
but the third war took away everything I had.
I shut my eyes, listening.
A battlefield once filled with cries and agony now lay bare to the mercy of the deafening silence.

They say third time's the charm.
Perhaps it is, but maybe not for me.
The third day I lay still in the desolate plains,
my breathing slowed as I succumbed to my sufferings.