A Voice From The past

Nineteen years old, why did I die?
I gave up my life so you could be free
Out of the trench, over the top
Keep marching forward
Don’t think to stop
Into dante's inferno of shot and of shell
Men start to die in that corner of hell
Mother dear mother a pitiful cry
I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to die
Only ten yards have been crossed
And the dead lie in rows
More names to be carved
On memorial stones
The machine guns can’t miss us
The range is so short
The reality of modern war
This is not a sport
I continue on into that shot riven hell
A test of my courage a test of my will
A sharp burning pain, its over for me
Another name on the stone
Now just a distant memory
Along with my friends I have given my life
To give you a life
A life that is free