8 November 2012
It was days before they moved him And his bloodied face I had to kick off the rats No burial in this hellish place
I wrote a letter to mother That he died in my loving arms Reassure her remaining boy was safe Before the telegram
We are pushing forward despite the casualties Through this collapsed swamp of war The Hun are shelling day and night Still Haig sends in more and more
The smell is getting to me The death, dysentery and decay The nights are so long and lonely now I can barely face each new day
I take up my sentry position And look out to no mans land All I can see is bodies Where once there was meadowland
The men and animals are drowning out there I still hear the horses pitiful cry Is this hell where I'll take my last breath? Is this trench where I'll die?
TRENCH #2. We Will Remember Them • Opuss № I