We face our fears in daily life,

Self pitying tears; conflict and strife

We are the cowards who went to war

The defeatists, engulfed by what we saw

The humdrum deaths, the slaughtered lines

Held by duty; one that binds.

Called up to the front;

We bore the brunt

Of that "just" fight

Who can stand in judgement?

Those devoid of all sentiment?

With death we flirted;

With horror, we deserted.

And now we hide in daily life

Hidden in nightmares that are rife

Whilst still you search, condemning us

But you weren't there -

And surely to judge is rather pompous?