It was raining bombs like cats and dogs,
It was dark, damp and dangerous,
There were war screams coming from everywhere,
The worst bit was that the noise echoes so badly

It was my turn on the machine-gun
Shooting perfectly innocent people
That are forced into being evil.

On my rest day,
Laid on the grass.
Gazing at the sky
I can still hear the distant rumble of drums,
Constantly playing,
They never stop, not even for one second