heroes
the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month
we celebrate them still
the farm boys and the factory hands
looking for a way out
a way ahead
adventure
a way to get away
and they found it
in the boot camps and the barracks and the trenches
was it everything they'd dreamed
those innocent dreamers?
or was it everything they feared
boredom and
more boredom
more boredom
and then the fear
sheer pants-soiling fear
day after night after day
in those maggot infested ditches
the boredom and the fear
day after week
after month
after year
in those maggot infested ditches
until one last time the order came
over the top
for God and King
over the top for God
and the Kaiser
over the top
chin down
bayonet fixed
finger on the trigger
ready
fear
sheer pants-shitting fear
but choke it back
you're on the attack
and nothing can be worse than
those rat-infested trenches
onward to glory!
for God and...
the end
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