War is Not for Lovers
Over the top my beautiful boys
The sergeant major cried
Think of your mother, your sweetheart
And remember them
When thunder cracks around your head
And fear burns your insides
And Tommy did
He remembered her hand
In desperation, a talon
Crushing, clinging to his wrist
Cold as the ever stabbing wind
He remembered her eyes
Once beautiful and full of life
Frightened now and tired
Like those of some caged wild animal
He remembered how
Twelve months ago
He had held her in his arms
And kissed away a single tear
As the engine whistle blew
Be brave he said
I love you
And think of me till I return
And lay down by your side
War is not for lovers
The station master cried
A moment later, the front line
Fell in unison
As if precision timed
A piece of jagged metal sang
A private groaned
And blood and mud entwined
War is not for lovers
The sergeant major cried