Sitting in a shallow trench
Eating meager rations out of a helmet
Dead comrades scattered, the ever haunting stench
Shells bursting around us, we can hear it
We’re going over the top tomorrow, we can feel it
Does it make us cowards because we fear it?

Death hangs over the forest
The battle is over, the Germans forfeit
Most are wounded, some are dead
Bodies everywhere you tread
We’re all allowed to go back home
We’ll never forget what most don’t know

It’s been 60 years and I am the Last Man
I long to have that old bottle in my hand
But it got lost along the way
I never thought I’d see the day
When I’d sit alone, this sad September
Thought you’ve forgotten, the men remember