(* Inspired by George Sassoon)
An average, teen-aged soldier boy,
Once lived each day in simple joy;
And often wandered through the park,
To whistle with each singing lark.
In winter foxholes, bleak and gray,
A “Dear John�?letter came his way;
He put a bullet through his head,
And no one cared that he was dead.
You smug civilians who don’t care,
For GIs fighting over there;
Thank God that you will never know,
That hell where youth and laughter go.
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