Blue Eyes

It was cold and wet in the trenches, the great war of 1914.
Samuel was a soldier now, three days on the frontline, still 'green'.

Not accustomed to the blood and dirt.
Not accustomed to the stench of death.
As his trembling hands clutched his rifle, his heart gripped tight his regret.

He thought of his home back in England, as artillery flew overhead.
The quaint little village in Somerset, that was home to the sweetheart he'd wed.

And he thought of her blue eyes shinning, and he felt her last kiss goodbye.
Then he pictured her mourning his passing.
Samuel knew in his heart he would die.

He was cold and wet, he was hungry, when the order came: "Over the top!"
Slipping and sliding and scrambling in filth, how he wished it would all just stop.

Now he pictured those blue eyes crying, though the tears on his face where his own.
As Samuel lay there bleeding and dying, her blue eyes carried him home.