The soldier's last day
Cradling his rifle
He stands on guard
He waits in fear
Not wanting to die
He thinks of his home
Of his mother's face
Football on a Sunday
The Daily Express
He tastes fish and chips
And a pint of cold beer
His favourite song
And a comfortable couch
His senses are numbed
As he stands and he waits
All time stands still
Yet his life flashes by
He smells sulphur and fire
Smoke scorches his throat
Eyes red and streaming
He falls to his knees
He prays to a god
Though he's never believed
And he calls for his Mum
As he weeps like a child
And when death arrives
And his body lies still
All dreams lost forever
His future wiped out
But we will remember
The lives that were lost
And a sacrificed life
Is beyond any cost
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