16 years old when I went to war, To fight for a land fit for heroes, God on my side,and a gun in my hand, Counting my days down to zero, And I marched and I fought and I bled And I died & I never did get any older, But I knew at the time, That a year in the line, Is a long enough life for a soldier, We all volunteered, And we wrote down our names, And we added two years to our ages, Eager for life and ahead of the game, Ready for history`s pages, And we fought and we brawled And we whored `til we stood, Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder, A thirst for the Hun, We were food for the gun,and that`s What you are when you`re soldiers, I heard my friend cry, And he sank to his knees,coughing blood As he screamed for his mother And I tell by his, side, And that`s how we died, Clinging like kids to each other, And I lay in the mud And the guts and the blood, And I wept as his body grew colder, And I called for my mother And she never came, Though it wasn`t my fault And I wasn`t to blame, The day not half over And ten thousand slain,and now There`s nobody remembers our names And that`s how it is for a soldier
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