They say it is an honour to die for your country,
Well they can think that,
You’re standing there wearing your gas mask,
Your friend couldn’t get his on in time,
His poor, defenceless lungs deteriorate,
You watch him collapse to his knees,
You sprint over as you watch him beg to stay alive,
You hold his head as he takes his final breath,
Another great man gone who shouldn’t of needed to suffer,
A tear runs down your cheek as you lift him over your shoulder and carry him away,
Your legs beg for a rest,
Your body pleads for sleep,
All friends are gone so all you get to do is think,
Think about home and how much you miss it,
You fight with all your heart on the battlefield so you can live another day,
Bombs are targeting you,
Bullets are spitting at you from all directions,
You see fellow soldiers dying imagining pretty soon that could be you,
Thinking that when it is you what your family’s reaction would be,
This is war.