For once we can rest as we are stuck,
Engulfed in fear, covered in muck.
My legs are aching, soon there will be no time,
I pull myself forward as I leave the front line.
We stumble in a drunken haze,
Ignorance is bliss,
Yet we near death today,
When the gas shells don’t miss.

Gas, gas surrounds me
I jump to my feet, that are covered in cuts,
Bundled in fear, lacking in luck.
The gas turns green and pollutes the air and
Men drop like flies as their lives are taken
How on Earth can this be fair?
A soldier runs at me with no breath left at all,
I run away as the figure in the fog slowly turns very small.

What would you do if you were in my position?
How would you feel if you failed your mission?
How would you know how to react?
What would you do if you saw this horrifying act?
How would you feel if you saw your best friends die?
Watching them struggle for air right in front of your eyes?
What would you do if you heard what I had?
Would you sleep peacefully at night, would you be glad?
What would you do if you experienced this horror?

So how can you say doing this for your country is good glory,
When you only know a fragment of my story.