Sitting in the trenches, cold and damp,
Gunshots repeating like a persistent dream.
Waiting for the whistle to go and fight.
Wondering what might happen to my family if I die
Two to a gun, one knowing the first
will be shot down, but trained to pick it up again
to fight.
People dead everywhere, No man dares
refuse to fight, for those who do, wont live
to see another day.
Running into the No-Mans land, people injured,
yet still fighting
Cheers all around as good news strikes.
Armistice day starting, today, the bell will ring,
two minutes from now, marking the end.
Fighting up until the bell strikes. Until survivors can
go home.
Back to loved ones. Mothers, sisters, sweethearts, younger brothers
