The Price

The troops were happy

Smiling as they marched to the front

Most were only young men

Doing their bit for king and country

They saw

Experienced

Things they weren’t told

The mud

Blood

Cold

It was a living hell

Most didn’t do very well

They laid were they where shot

Their bodies left to rot

 

Only a few made it home

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