I did not want to be here
I know nothing of this land
And when told I was going to war
I did not understand.
War is war and nothing more
Than violent noise and mind insane
When I landed on this shore
I never thought I would remain.
The war is over now
And I am just eighteen
Now I lay under this sod
Been here since nineteen sixteen.
© Hazel
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