Fresh Fields

I thought of this during two minutes silence on remembrance day.

The morning breaks,
The day a new,
The company awakes,
And the air turns blue.

A pronged attack,
Or entrenched defense,
The Sarge comes back,
We're all in suspense.

We receive our orders,
They must be a flop,
To defend our borders,
And go over the top.

Eight-hundred-thousand or more died that year,
Such a tragic waste,
The young boys of today fill with fear,
Still sent to battle in haste.

History and I have learned,
That freedom isn't a right,
Its a battle fought and earned,
Through the day and night