A Day In a Life When Once I Was a Soldier Was

A day in a life When once a soldier was i Happiness was to survive the night till blight of breaking dawn Shivering garnering heat from my only daily teppid cup of muddy coffee Chewing on a crust of stale bread Where entertainment and enjoyment came and was to be found in the form of drawing a lasting puff on a cigarette and blowing circles into the air But most of all what got one through bye and past the drudgery Was the tasteless caustic raucous gallows sense of humour meeted out by one's comrades Whilst patiently awaiting for one's number to be called or up signaling your time has come , the end is nigh Until thee has smoked thy final cigarette and coffee cup is passed onto another as is a rationed crust of bread One day i was a soldier The following day stone dead A soldier was i no more Entombed under geavestone over head