Beneath the mud a hand reached out
through lifeless bodies all blown apart
grasping at the acrid air
hoping for a hand that cares
but none were left… all were gone
the Captain, the Major… everyone
they have lived and breathed their final breathe
all were gone… none were left
but the searching hand knew not their fate
he grasped and searched for a friendly mate
he needed fast to escape this hell
or be a number of one that fell
there was no one there to see the hand
just bullets and bombs exploding land
even the insects had all been destroyed
along with the lifeless… scattered like toys
with no one there to take hold his hand
as blood ran over his wedding band
he died beneath the mud that day
for all his friends had gone away.
