Millions fought,
Millions lost,
Millions thought,
They would be remembered,

They didn’t know what was coming,
As they entered the frontline,
Young boys with bags of confidence,
Melted with every tear,

Millions fought,
Millions lost,
Millions thought,
They would be remembered,

Rusty rifles rattled in their hands,
Their faces struck with fear,
Deafening screams of bullets pierced their ears,
Whilst they held down the trigger,

Millions fought,
Millions lost,
Millions thought,
They would be remembered,

Needles of rain burst their skin,
In the freezing artic wind,
With one jumper and one jacket to keep them warm,
They hoped for the sun to return,

Millions fought,
Millions lost,
Millions thought,
They would be remembered,

Along crawled a forest of green gas,
There was nothing they could do,
The toxins passed through the trenches,
Leaving a pile of bodies behind,

Millions fought,
Millions lost,
Millions thought,
They would be remembered,

Millions fought,
Millions lost,
And guess what,
Millions wern’t remembered.