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.

Drozin meets with an alien who is escapng an evil empire to work for ACE.

Mr. Amazing stops an attempt to destroy the Lincoln and Holland Tunnels.

What happens after a nuclear Explosion.

What it was like to be an american soldier in Iraq.

This world seems headed for destruction by man’s own hand. I have one simple request…

Just my thoughts on how to make the world a better place.

If you knew how I felt.

A short depiction of different bombs and their efficacy in World War II England.

Bomb bursting in air….