Christmas 1914

Down behind the bunker,
we sit and wait,
while guns are shooting everywere,

Christmas day in the bunker,
playing football with the Germans,
they always win us at footy,
on no mans land,

There we sit waiting for guns to bark,
all we here is crying,
everyone is in pain and dying,

There we are ,
missing are wives,
thinking of them so so much,

Bobby shows us pictures,
of his wife and kids,
there all so pretty,
they'll be hoping nothing will happen to you.

Hayden Ward