Colin F. Jones


Kill or be killed is the way of war
Mud and sweat and lots of gore,
It is death’s choice and not your own,
And when you die, you die alone.
There are no Gods on the battlefield,
No Angels with their Halos revealed.
No Mothers arms to comfort you,
No wives to care for all you do.
There is just the callous angry foe,
The blast of bombs and blood a-flow
And if you survive this sort of Hell,
There are deceases everywhere as well
For your role is simply to survive,
that in the end you are still alive.