Colin F. Jones


The commander sat to contemplate
How he would fight the war;
He knew that in the consequence
There’d be much blood and gore.
Men would die on either side,
some terrified men would run,
some would lose their lives for pride,
All would be servants of the gun.
It would matter not who suffered most,
How many soldiers would be killed,
As long as his regiment could boast
That their mission had been fulfilled;
That they could stand with pride and toast
All those whose hearts were stilled.