Genre 3
I find myself alone,
as the war had begun.
I dream of my grandpa fighting,
as I tell him to run.
Nothing else mattered,
our government began to lie,
America was frantic,
as people began to die.
Our future, was unpredictable,
Where the war was headed, no one knew.
Where our families were,
no one had a clue.
But things went by,
so quickly, so fast.
WWII was about our history, our lives, and our past.