Battleground

The bang of a gun
my soul shudders
as the man beside me falls
war begins.
Bullets
like the fist of God
plunge deep into the hearts of men
figures dropping to the ground
I doubt I’ll see my friends again.
my doubt is given strong conviction-
a flower of red blooms on my chest
pain is gnawing at my sight
the world turns black
I’m blind with fright
and as the sun pulls close the day
as our enemies submit
we wonder- was it worth the loss
of those we loved? I doubt it.

This poem has some great potential, but you need to do a bit of work to bring it out.

In my opinion, the lines in italics are unnecessary. The poem would have a lot more impact if you began from "Bullets/like the fist of God" (love that simile, by the way). There are parts which are a bit...tell-y that detract from the overall power of the piece - for example:

my doubt is given strong conviction-

and

the world turns black

I would remove those and trim it down so that you just give us the images; I think we can figure out the rest for ourselves, and it makes us more involved in the poet's suffering. Punctuation would also help a great deal. So my advice would be to cut out those parts which are too direct, perhaps as follows:

Bullets
like the fist of God
plunge deep into the hearts of men.
[s]figures dropping to the ground[/s]
I doubt I’ll see my friends again.
[s]my doubt is given strong conviction-[/s]
A flower of red blooms on my chest,
pain is gnawing at my sight;
[s]the world turns black
I’m blind with fright[/s]
and as the sun pulls close the day
[s]as our enemies submit[/s]
we wonder- was it worth the loss
of those we loved? I doubt it.

I think that brings out the emotion without being overly ... what is the word? Blunt, perhaps. You might want to add a bit more to smooth out the flow - and watch your rhyming at the end there, it seems a bit awkward in a couple of places. I love the ending, though - very nice.

Just my two cents, anyway. Hope it helps

Cheers,
~bubbles