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What was the whole thing for?

Contributed by drunken_ghost on Sunday, 21st September 2003 @ 06:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

When the war had started it seemed just so much fun
We got to the recruiting office wed go and fight the Hun
Itll all be done by Christmas back home again with kin
There was never any doubting which one of us would win
So we whistled Tipperary with our kit bags on our backs
There was Tom and me and Harry Billy Fred and Jack
We crossed the English Channel and marched towards the guns
We were the bravest of the brave wed show those flipping Huns

They put us in the trenches with shelling all day long
Each man was battered senseless now who knew right from wrong
With rats and gas and trench foot and mud in everything
We stood and took the very best the cursed Bosh could fling
Wed gain as much as 50 yards then lose 100 more
The fighting see sawed back and forth but no one knew what for
In no mans land the maxims ruled my comrades fell all round
Their ripped and shattered bodies lay thick upon the ground
The eyes went blank and staring the mind and spirit died
No longer shocked by seeing that even grown men cried

No more Tom and Harry Fred and Jack dead too
And Billy he deserted he couldnt see it through
Shot at dawn by Englishmen his own side took his life
We tried and found him guilty they wrote and told his wife
My left arm now is missing my lungs are seared by gas
No longer fit for fighting no need for you alas
Just one more push they told us just one more push would do
Then the fighting would be finished the world would start anew
But they lied to all the fighting men they lied to win a war
But when all is said and done what was the whole thing for?

Copyright © drunken_ghost ... [ 2003-09-21 06:35:00]
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