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Relentless as the tide of war swept ever onwards to our shore,
The call went out 'We need more men to save our country once again.'
The hostile foe were oh so near, their foul intentions all too clear,
If they could land upon our shore, our freedom would be seen no more.

So off we went with heads held high (not knowing would we live or die),
To foreign lands across the sea, our aim to keep our country free.
The fighting that we did was rough,with bombs and shells and all that stuff.
When came the call 'Attack'- 'Advance'. We dare not say 'We have no chance!'

Before the dawn came this attack, with not a thought of turning back.
The ground was wet from driving rain, but into battle once again,
This battle too was short and sharp, a hundred dead lay on the scarp,
One of whom it's plain to see, much to my regret was me.

I'd scarcely left the ditch when Thud! and I fell, face down into the mud.
I heard my comrade shout 'It's Frank' before my living world went blank.
My time had come, my fight was done, I knew not - had we lost or won?
No time to even feel the pain, no loved ones would I greet again.

They carried me across the marsh, and from that battlefield so harsh,
Then, laid to rest on foreign soil, my soul had left this moral coil.
So when you hear that sad 'Last Post'. Remember me, I'm just a ghost
That lives within your memory, my life with you was not to be.

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