Ambition sonnet:
(Iambic
pentameter: 10 syllable per line but does not follow stressed, unstressed rule)
From
a young age that strong desire burned
To
be a brave soldier I simply yearned
It
was nineteen-eighteen I saw them home
From
the front trenches where they once did roam
Those
young soldiers experienced so much pain
Many
young men did not make it home again
But
twenty-one years later the “Hun” was back
World
War Two was my own chance to attack
Maybe
it was understanding I lacked
Because
anger and revenge had me backed
As
my comrades’ luck ran out and they fell
I
realised that war is but pure hell!
My
ambition for a soldier was no more
I was later killed on
Omaha’s shore
