Men And Bayonets

Oh why my soul
desert me now
I'm but a lad at heart
I'm barely dry behind the ears
Alas the shooting starts
I do not want
to harm this man
I see him with my eyes
He’s charging me
and scared to death
He cringes as I cry
His blood has bathed my bayonet
I know not what to do
the moment passed
I cleaned my steal
and died a little too

by Lee Gallaher

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