Could I have paid the price the awful end;
As broken men moaned loud, “Don’t leave me friend.”
Spirits death wrapped; bodies ripped asunder;
Blank eyes cry, “Don’t let me die my brother.”
Can a pal recall final earthly thoughts
And pass them undisguised to those who cared—
A Mom, pop, a wife, a soldier’s new born tots—
Those who nightly prayed, “Let our man be spared!”
War gives human nature such a senseless fright,
I'll ne'er face ‘cause I’m much too old to fight.