Off to war I march into the night,
As I am a soldier born to fight,
My body is pumping with adrenaline and fear,
The end is far yet the dream so near,

Reality strikes I’m into the nightmare,
Paralysed by panic, gasping for air,
Screams and gunshot bring me back to the now,
Beaded sweat is formed on my brow,

I’ve prepared for this, I fire my gun,
Bodies catapulted in mid run,
The stench of blood is all around,
As rotting corpses litter the ground,

Late nights and early mornings,
The opposition give no warnings,
I dream of home and my comfy bed,
War would only last months they said,

Barb wire and sand bags have became my surroundings,
Muddy trenches give way to the groundings,
Friendships, bonding and lifelong memories,
Scars on the mind from opposing enemies,

My shoes are worn, Trench foot set in,
I num the pain with a tipple of gin,
Thunderous noise and searing pain,
Shrapnel becomes a shower of rain,

My body feels warm now, wet with blood,
I must find the energy if only I could,
I hope my family do not cry,
As I am a soldier born to die