Eating chocolate and cake
sent from our familys
Eating tinned food and
chewing tobacco

Smelling tobacco as my
friends smoke it
Smelling the bodies of my
old comrades
Smelling the sweaty feet of
my small boots

Hearing the bullet fire
as the enemy attack
Hearing the men
running through the mood
Hearing the men shouting for help
as we where low on gas masks

Seeing the sight of my men
falling to the ground
Seeing corps rats feasting
on my old friends.