The bombs thunder down.
I’m carrying on.
My friends, so brave, as bullets bring them to their grave.
I’m carrying on.
I trudge through No Mans Land, my life is balanced on a delicate strand.
Will I live for another day?
Or shall I be slaughtered, and fade away?

(This is a poem dedicated to all the brave soldiers who fought during WW1, for their bravery, courage and who saved us all)