As midnight approaches,
Europe holds its breath.
Will tomorrow bring life,
Or will tomorrow bring death?

As Big Ben chimes our fates are changed,
Our problems so small now rearranged.
‘God save the King’ rings in my ear,
All that I feel is uncertainty and fear.

Europe is broken,
As men search for power.
Death and destruction in every hour,
Honour and guilt,
In foreign lands.

‘It will be over by Christmas’
Say the lads in the mess,
But when I return,
Will I hide my distress?