I marched in silence with my
To face the cannons of our foe,
A freeman, conscripted by my liege
He called for me, I had to go.
But why did we battle in foreign fields,
Why must our blood be spilled?
What was the worth of all this carnage
That saw our innocents, killed.
I remember hearing that awesome
Amidst the screams of frightened men,
Then a cloudburst of myriad colours
Lit up the cornfields of Ardennes.
I was thrown into a crater
With another soldier brave
He had fought a bloody battle
Now this hole would be his grave.
I lay there, by his broken body
With my head pressed in the mud
I watched the rain run down in rivulets,
Mixing freely with his life’s blood.
As my eyes dimmed I faintly noticed
That, this soldier looked like me.
Except that he was headless.....
It was my body that I could see!