This poem is about a young British soldier who parachuted into enemy territory and was injured and hid out in a dugout until he could be reunited with his brothers in arms.
Dugout
This pit, his home where he breathes, sleeps and hides
Camouflaged by dresses of greenery
Stale crumbs of bread taste like mum's apple pie
These dirt walls- always the same scenery
Loud thunderous sounds and flashes of light
Rumble the ground, seep through the dusty cracks
To keep his sanity takes all his might
Waiting for the perfect time to get back
His brothers in arms fighting for freedom
Waiting to again be reunited
Avoiding blood-thirsty goose-step demons
From the raped lands where they are not wanted
Dugout
This pit, his home where he breathes, sleeps and hides
Camouflaged by dresses of greenery
Stale crumbs of bread taste like mum's apple pie
These dirt walls- always the same scenery
Loud thunderous sounds and flashes of light
Rumble the ground, seep through the dusty cracks
To keep his sanity takes all his might
Waiting for the perfect time to get back
His brothers in arms fighting for freedom
Waiting to again be reunited
Avoiding blood-thirsty goose-step demons
From the raped lands where they are not wanted
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