If I die in this deathly place,
tell my family to remember my face,
when it was happy and full of glee,
not in a trench with rats on me.
Tell them the only reason I fought in the war,
was for honour and dignity,
and not for the law,
I may have killed men as innocent as me,
but that’s what expected me to be.
The man I killed I would of liked,
as I looked into his eyes,
I saw a family and wife,
I killed a man just like me,
but that’s what war expected me to be.