Solders are dying,
There wives are crying,
There letters are lost and theirhope is determended.

Their trenchers are slipperyand their feet rotting.
They just hoping it will stop.

And their fear is observed, because they are basically dead.

The mud in their faceand the guns in their hands
They are thinking one day it will stop,
And when it does i will be dead.

But always rememeber
Who saved our country,
So it does not rot…..