Waiting in this pit,
My neighbour having a fit.
Artillery firing overhead,
While I’m dreaming of bed.
Reloading my gun,
Having no fun.
Loads dead,
Even my mate Fred.
Hoping this never happens again,
I don’t want to lose my son Ben.
No birds tweeting,
If you disobey you get a beating.
This trench is our grave,
We have to be brave…