The Bed Made From a Hole In Sand

If we get a few minutes of relief from open fire To my bed of sand I'll retire Bullets whizzing over our heads Makes the safety of the sand bed not a dread Needing a bath and fresh clean clothes Well we won't get these today we suppose Our comrade was killed by mortar fire today We wept as dying in my arms he lay Silence is golden so they say But silence can be scary as hell, where we stay But this is just one more day Hoping we live to get away To home (Inspired by photos sent to me in an email from a friend. The photo showed soldiers surrounded by army trucks, jeeps, and tanks in the middle they had dug out beds in the sand.