Brutal trench battle

Brutal trench battle I am only 18, a young yearning lad In battle I killed a man today, bashful does that make me lawfully bad Now living day to day, guilt-ridden and far from being gay Over the trench, not one hurried soul will less haphazardly reach a finish line I wish it were me to just jadedly enjoy my time You’ll forget me if I go, so for remembrance you’ll put on a show We lived in fear and pitiful pain, where for a general it is all to gain The fields did turn blood-red, but a new chapter so enough sorely said