BDaly

Young and naive, they sign up to fight To return a heroic soldier is the ultimate height Unaware of the struggles that lay ahead These teenagers dont think about the thought of death Lying in wet trenches; the skin on their feet coming off The high spirits forgotten as the going gets rough Men strewn on the fields of unfamiliar land If only the brave generals would offer a hand Being lined up and shot Amongst their loved ones, they will never be forgot As the mustard gas emerges from every side Grab your oxygen mask and pray that you are one of the luck one's that survive With every passing second they become nearer to death Its becoming harder and harder to hold your breath Bearing the pain is a must Or your life with disappear in a cloud of dust Machine guns wiping out the infantry in waves This whole war is just a childrens game During the battle you will become cold, injured, and sore I ask you do you understand what your fighting for?