VOICES OF THE BATTLEFIELD
By Antonio Cirilo, Ill,
Writing Type: Poem
As I sat on the carrier deck
And saw at a distance a glow in the dark,
Our destroyers, battleships and planes
Must have struck a target
That was called in by our troops on shore.
Wondering what damage we caused,
I could hear voices crying out, ""Please -No
more, no more, no more!""
But no one heard the cry;
The numbers of casualties were high.
Were they ki1led by enemy fire or