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We live here in a sea of mud where



Grown men cry and live in fear



As the next dawn attack 



Draws inexorably near.



They blow their whistles 



And scream and shout



Drive us over the top



Up and out



Into withering fire from 



Clattering machine guns



Deliberately fired by



Those opposing huns.



Marching on looking



Straight ahead



Avoiding sight of 



Both dying and dead.



Can anybody tell me 



Where’s the good



Me slogging through



This sea of mud 



To maybe fight 



Hand to hand  



With those who fight for



God and Fatherland.



God King and country



Is what we are fighting for



In this sea of mud



In this senseless war.



For the whims of our leaders 



We and our brothers fight and die;



For God’s miserable sake



Please, somebody, tell me why.



 



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