As the poppies blow
in a field of red,
The thought of home
runs through my head.

The waiting is the hardest part,
for the time to come
and the battle start.

With rifle in my sweaty palm,
try to stay strong,
try to stay calm.

But now there is no turning back;
time to go,
we must attack.

I see the enemy
up close and near
and now I face my greatest fear.

As the poppies blow
in a field of red,
The thought of home
runs through my head.