11 November 2012
In no mans land they found each other, two solders far from their trench An Englishman and a German, amongst the body's and the stench Two enemies face to face, with their guns pointed at one another Private Frank had already lost his friend, a friend that he called brother
The rain poured down around them, the German lowered his gun He took out a hip flask from his coat and offered Private Frank some rum Frank wasn't suspicious, it just seemed a normal thing to do The two solders sat together and shared a drink or two
When the flask was empty, they stood, turned, walked away Two solders on the battlefield to live and fight another day But Frank turned round on his walk back, of course the German did the same They looked each other in the eye, then both took aim again
Frank fired first at the German, a clean shot to his head And left him on the battlefield, with the dying and the dead When the war was over, every November Frank couldn't help but think About that strange encounter on the battlefield, when two solider's stopped and shared a drink.
Rum Soilder's • Opuss № I