For Honour and Glory

Big Bertha booming in the distance,

I think of honour and of fame.

Oh to be a proud soldier fighting,

Not a man at home filled with shame.

The constant thunder of Jack Johnsons

Creeping closer, but I’m not alone.

My fellow men stand tall beside me

And not an ounce of fear is shown.

Grenades spattering shrapnel land closer.

I see medals for bravery shine.

Rewards of beautiful women in abundance

For fighting for Her at the front line.

Bullets from rifles whiz by,

Surrounded by terrified calls.

The deafening sound of glory,

Relief as another man falls.