The hardest task a man could do -
I could think of some and so could you -
But one there was for my friend Bill,
Thrust on him against his will.
On distant shore to serve his King,
Taught to expect anything...
Well, almost anything.
There they saw the battle rage,
Far too much for boys their age,
Guns and mortars and wartime pranks
All took their toll on our boys' ranks.
Some in shock were very numb,
Others screamed and then struck dumb.
Then it was Bill found this lad,
His time was short, the wound was bad.
The talk was brief and tears, they glistened,
He propped him up and then he listened.
The hardest task was about to come,
His final words ... "Tell Mum."