Second chapter of the first book in my novel series. I’ve decided that it will be called the [Unnamed] Trilogy.

Story about peak oil.

Hey!, Zoomi did you hear what happened today in the ammo hanger yesterday Hun? well I’ll just fill you in anyway, "Ok"? First thing first Eric from Team Tank told me, that it was around 12 in the morning and they all were all in the Ammo hanger that morning reloading and cleaning all there weapons. when out of know were a Green cat like creature came in to the room and started attacking him and all the other man.

Fascists escorted columns of Russian prisoners. Allegedly due to fatigue, they were given to carry weapons with full ammo, trustworthy selected traitors. In this case, the Germans, they did not fear that these weapons will be used against them.

This poem is for remembrance day and it is about life in the trenches. It is much cruder then I normally write in poetry,however; as I envisioned life in the trenches, it wasn’t sweet and pretty,it was nasty and cruel,death everywhere and no where to hide from it. My great grandfather, Harold Leadbetter served both in world war one and world war two, in the trenches for the first world war and stationed in Briton as an air force captain for the second war. I can clearly remember my mom telling me that every time she would ask him questions about the war he would break down and cry because the memories were so horrendous and then he would open a bottle to try and forget. Personally I believe to survive something like that you needed a lot of anger and courage and I tried to put as much of that into this poem as I possibly could.

Losing material possessions and trust in financial institutions but never in your own spirit, or those who feel the same.