Field of War

Field of War Stuck here in this field of mud Covered in a comrade’s blood We fight our enemies all day We leave our dead to rot away We gain ground, they fall back We defend whilst they attack Our back is up against a wall I watch another comrade fall I can not stand this any more This awful bloody field of war Bullets fly right past my head I wish that I was home in bed Instead of in this foreign field Neither side prepared to yield Generals up at high command Tell us to make another stand Safe in their operations room We are here in stinking gloom Alas the entire front rank died Just one more form of suicide I can not stand this any more This awful bloody field of war Tomorrow it will be the same The dying voice calls my name I see a shattered, severed limb Nothing that I can do for him Except to end his fearful pain I shoot the bullet in his brain I pray that soon it will all end I just murdered my best friend I can not stand this any more This awful bloody field of war