You live in a world of sent letters,
Sealed with kisses and teardrops.
Bet you never thought your life could feel so empty.
A never-ending year,
While he is away at war,
You sit waiting.
He swore as he saw his life flash before his eyes
As the waves of pain came crashing down
He saw reflections of your face up in the skies
As shots fired overhead
He fell face down
With a mouthful of mud
As the missiles whistled passed him
He knew that was the end
As he saw his friends fall down around him
Is that your husband lying dead?
Is that your husband with a bullet through his head?
Is that your husband in a pool of blood?
Is that your husband half buried in the mud?
He is never coming home to you,
Never coming home.
He had seen more than he thought he would.
He had done more than he thought he could.
He had felt less than he thought he should.
The sounds of bullets flying
The sounds of the soldiers dying,
The screams.
The flare beams,
Go on and on and on.
The pain.
The rain.
The mud.
The blood.
The alien landscape the soldiers now call home.
Goes on and on and on.
Army- Optimum esse -Be the best
Navy- In operibus vitae -The team works
Air force- Supra cetera -Rise above the rest
Then a bullet came screaming.
You get a sad feeling.
A bullet comes flying
Now he lies there dying
Lying a pool of blood
In
Somme mud.
