Colin F. Jones


How many bodies did we count today,
How many soldiers did we kill;
It is sad to think they’ll all decay,
Oh but killing them was such a thrill!
Success was called ‘a body count’;
If we had less then we had won.
We could raise our flag upon the mount,
And consider it a job well done.
Now we march each year so proud,
Remembering those we lost,
All draped in one pure white shroud,
Making much of the cost.
We sing their praises every one,
But it is our families who have lost.