I've been here before, when the fields were lush and green.

But, the hell that is war has made it tortured and obscene.

The sound of unending gunfire tears at my fragile mind.

Amongst all this death, the peace I need, I cannot find.

I trudge along in rank, my head and rifle hanging low.

I fear and yet I hope, a bullet will strike a silent blow.

The enemy desperately fights as they rush in their retreat.

They run from our anger and from their inevitable defeat

I march ever onward, passing death and decay

Tiredly I follow my army chums, come what may

Off in the distance the war rages on

That is where we are heading, to the battle and beyond

There was no warning cry for us to dive down and duck

An exploding mine, a friend taken, by the weight of his own foot

There is no time for fond farewells, nor service that we can utter

We close his eyes, cross his arms and leave him in the gutter

For days we have pushed through the bloodstained muddy mire

Exhausted, we rest within a church, and beneath its broken spire

Winter winds will soon be here, a chill is in the air

Frost bites at our toes and fingers and peppered our hair

My pack is now a pillow, I lay my head painfully down

Sleep is still hard to find, but for once, war, there is no sound

Morning mist rises up; the sun's rays weakly shine

Not a soul is moving, of life, there is no sign

As the sombre night passed by, war came to visit us

Whilst we slept it pounced and took without any fuss

The radiant sun crests the trees, out calls the morning larch

Now we wake and at last, and begin our final heavenly march

No longer off to fight our War, no Victory, no Berlin

To the Germans we will never lose, but neither will we win

We leave behind our earthly bodies and severe our earthly bonds

We float above the dewy grass, above their swaying fronds

We rise up to the pearly gates; we rise up unto the Lord

We march into his Kingdom, for peace is in his word