Airedale Terriers serving as messagers,
Running through enemy fire. fearless, determined.
The secret news is a hidden passenger,
The young dog is now burdened.
On the front line, the innocent are shot dead,
Because of the lie that propaganda told,
'We will be heroes' was what they said
But now some will not grow old.
Filthy trenches were manually dug out,
Leaving us with back ache and blisters on our hands.
We extended them and that was hard, no doubt.
We laid low, so here we stand.
Small floods in the trench are extremely common,
Rain collects and our clothes get drenched while we sleep,
(Our dreams are full of friends that aren't forgotten,)
We wake to water knee deep.
