---

„Ground!”

Encircled, we are encircled!

The bullets whistle like mincers,

Some crawl, others fall.

A blood’s odor invaded air.

Screams, rattles, cries, moaning.

Saving my life, crawl, crawl to this grove.

We are still tens, hundreds.

Water, mud. I’m inserted slowly.

Dust of Fog invades me. (x2)

“Grenades!”

I’m not any more that Humid ground, I’m cold!

I am afraid! Am I the only survivor?

Forest of mangrove, of roots, of human remains,

All is confused in a putrefied air.

Finally the night, silence, death!

I don’t have any more the force to sleep

But my body escapes slowly.

My spirit raves, my eyes die out.

Hours, nights, gunneries!

What’s this odor, this feeling?

My legs, I don’t feel any more my legs!

I have just included the choice!

To stand up and die.

Or to lie down, and dying!

Not a hero, not a braveless ones.

Just of the soldiers.