Out in field the colour is grey the fight keeps on fighting till the end of the day, no hope , no light , no tears left to cry; why can't we die the way a man should in a bed near the family that would be good . For King and for Country they say and they say it will all be over soon anyway.
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For King and for Country
PoetryPoem about WW1 hope it makes you realise what those men did for you