Strength and courage put to the test, to stand for my country with all of the rest.
I fought to the death and as death did come, my service forgotten, my deeds undone.
Shrieking in utter silence alone, a shivering wasteland, drenched to the bone,
In the blackened blood of the fallen victims, the lifeless forms that bear death’s symptoms.
No Gubbah bodies mar these fields today, but we who are left stay, to rot away.
Powerful!