Muddy Trench

For we stood For we stood out there On a field in France Staring straight at death in its lair Gun in hand, battle stare For we fought Man on man Bayonet or bullet, hand to hand For we screamed and we cried Friends are dead; biding time! For we thought in muddy trench Loves we’d had, memories bend! So I survived something you’ll never see Cries in the night, screams on the breeze You call me a hero because I came back? Killed so many - I can’t come back! I raise my glass to the fallen boys and men Buried in the ash; some my friends With you I’ll share a drink but don’t pretend that you could ever understand the hell of men.