Shell Shocked and thirsty he lay in a trench
no letters, no love, no sign of a Hench
his date of birth has come and gone
without a word or birthday song
He fights a fight those at home deny
while bullets fly through the air arye
boys his age drink ignorance and bliss
while he sits in a fox hole never been kissed
Sores on his ankles from leeches and fungus
he answered the call "Is there one among us?"
Not a thought did he give for his country so free
now he fights for his life ducking debris
A call out is made from one with more rank
"Run out and prevent any shots from that tank"
he stands knowing he may not survive
so those back at home another day will thrive
Half way through the field he runs
trying to avoid the guns
he takes one in the leg down low
and falls to the ground below
He managed to get three shots off
before he rolled down in a trough
filled with comrades fallen and dead
knowing tonight it will be his bed
The next morning he was dead...
forgotten without a name.