Shells scream around me like deadly hailstones
As I fire blindly at enemy lines, dodging the stream of bullets
Stumbling across No Man’s Land, stepping over the broken bodies
Of men I once played cards with.
Here and there, again and again, men fall to the floor
Faces buried in the mud, the endless, stinking, smothering mud.
Some fall face up, eyes staring into eternity.
The men I once sat and laughed with.
Dodge to the side as a bullet whistles past me
My hands are shaking – I can barely hold my gun
As I think of all the lost, wasted souls, and the last thoughts
Of men I once got drunk with.
They’re all gone now, I’m here alone with this photo
There’s nothing left of them but memories, ever fading.
Buried en masse, unmarked graves in a place no-one knows
The men I once played cards with.