Laying in the muddy trench,

My kin fall by my side.

The corpses yield an unholy stench,

Not one man has lied.

 

Bullets fly beyond my head,

I do not hear a sound.

I cannot hear the nearly dead,

The wounded still abound.

 

A single comrade at my flank,

I jump and then I charge.

We duck and dodge a mighty tank,

“We’re coming to get you, Sarge!”

 

But in my anxious adrenaline flight,

A bullet does cut me down.

I now lay bleeding in the light,

A Turk unloads another round.

 

And now I stand before the Lord,

Decimated by the War.

We live and die by nor pen, nor sword,

But the oaths that we all swore.