Was it to feel proud? That’s what my mother said,
Or was it to avoid the bullets looking for the soon to be dead?
Was it to fight for England, or my dear darling?
Or was it to make sure you weren’t one of the fallen?
Was it to feel patriotic, listening to the drums?
Or was it to experience sorrow? Oh, it’s how it bitterly numbs
Was it to fight honourably through all of the desolation?
Or was it to dive from the bombs and sadness, escaping the mutilation?