The cruel tactics of war

Awash in the blood

Of dead, dying men

Over fields they which flood.

The harsh world’s conditions

Stand, biting, alone

Against one lonely hero

Who struck out on his own.

Eternally brutal,

The battle never dies,

So I lie with my comrades

‘neath an uncaring sky.

Dented soul beside me,

Well of hope run dry.

My spirit hath so suffered.

A wounded soldier am I.