The bombers buzz overhead,
angry bees ready to destroy the rival hive.
We run for cover, through the mud and filth,
into our shelters and wait for the silence,
wait for the bombers to leave,
wait for the bombs to stop,
wait for the distant screaming to die,
wait for the thoughts of the mountains of home.

The land here is flat
but I reckon in the future the craters will live on,
the landscape pockmarked with disease.
There used to be a forest here,
but all the trees are long gone,
the timber lining our trenches
keeping them from collapsing.
Through the noise, a daydream appears,
the forests at the feet of the mountains of home.

The wait is over,
I climb the ladder and peer over the edge.
A bullet whistles past my ear,
ricochets off my helmet and I lose my balance.
I land in the mud and filth,
a thin rat scurrying into a hole.
Someone shouts an order
and I have the strange sensation I’m floating.
As I’m carried back into the shelter,
I dream I’m flying over the mountains of home.

Unfortunately, I live,
ready to die for my country all over again,
fighting for something called freedom.
I wonder if the enemy fight for the same thing,
if they know its meaning more than I do.
I do not stand alongside those who sent me here,
I am here with my brothers,
singing songs long into the night,
elegies and soliloquies to the mountains of home.
I like the sobering reminder of war.

My critique would be that the "bee" theme that was initialized in the first stanza doesn't carry through the entire work. That early introduction sets up something that feels like the theme and then is forgotten. Still, I enjoy the imagery used in conveying disgust of war. Great job! 
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I agree with bjgrifter's comment about the "bee" bit. Something about the nature of it -bees attacking a hive directly instead of just other drones/soldiers- doesn't fit with me, but perhaps an entomologist would better comment.

"[W]ait for the distant screaming to die" works perhaps best in that stanza. It almost has an air of pacifism - the speaker doesn't want the source to die but just the screaming. Clever.

Nothing much to say about the second stanza. It works fine. Nothing astounding, but it's solid.

Stanza three greatly reminds me of the end of All Quiet on the Western Front in the way the speaker peaks but for a moment and is summarily shot, only here, he lives. Interesting.

And there's the ending. It's a bit conflicted and contradictory in the way war often is. Another piece that comes to mind is the lines
       "You can't deny, the other side
      Don't want to die anymore then we do
      What I'm trying to say is don't they pray
      To the same god that we do?"
from Tom Waits' "Day After Tomorrow." But I suppose you have to find comfort where and when you can in war.

I'm projecting my values a lot here. Sorry. What you have is a decent portrayal of war. That's something. 
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