Battlefields

Oh my dear where could thou be,
Caught in the haste of Gallipoli?
Or over-wrought and over-worked
On the beaches of Normandy and Dunkirk?
Loosing each every Tomm
In the vanity of the Somme
Wondering when you will be done
With the sieging of Verdun;
In the heat you cannot fein
At the battle of Alamein
Or if you so hate the sand
Perhaps you'll be at Jutland
Or the dry and evil core
That pierced the depths of Singapore,
Or the muddy, static hunt
That's now known as the Western Front.
Maybe that place that seems so sad,
The fated battle of Stalingrad?
Or the enemy you might depress
In the fields that were Ypres,
Or amongst the mighty Squall
When the Marco Polo Bridge did Fall?
Where you not cased within
That final defense of Berlin?
Could you find elsewhere to go,
Like the vital fight for Anzio?
When you Wrote me saying "My pretty dear"
Where in the Hell that was Korea?

I miss you now more and more
But i think i lost you once before
Under a younger son
Near the place of Marathon?
Or maybe it was when you brightly shone
In the surf of the Rubicon
Or in more different placings
How about the deadly Hastings?
Quickly i think you were laid
When you went to crusade
Fought the ships in their file
At the mouth of the Nile,
Or maybe when you felt some fear
When you fought in India
Maybe it was against the boars
Or in some pointless civil war?

And yet i'll loose you once again
On some far and foreign plain
Like when they come and demand
You to the province of Helmand
Or you go to fight the "bad"
In the mess they left Baghdad
Or some place i never knew
Where you fight people just like you.