In the dugout he lays
a photo of his love, in his cold hands
rain starts to fall upon his face
yet he does not blink
poppies seem to grow around him
yet he cannot see them
for he is one of the fallen
and the rain now, angels tears

Another man lost in no mans land
another wife without her lover
another child in the dark cries
that they miss their papa
this is to know sorrow
this is to know, .... Sorrow

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris