Few
will remember you
by Damon Lord
Get
your kit together, lad, sign up with this pen.
Kiss
goodbye to sweethearts, chum, say you'll meet again.
Get
your act together, mate, have courage now and then.
Get
your head together, boy, we'll make you all into men.
And
it's off to war you go, lads, fresh battles to fight anew.
For
when you're dead and gone, son, few will remember you.
You
will be fighting hard, lads, but know that's just the start.
Work
out your survival plan, and keep your uniform smart!
In
the grand scheme of things, you'll play a tiny part.
The
world will stop but for a moment, when a bullet strikes your heart.
And
it's off to war you go, lads, fresh battles to fight anew.
For
when you're dead and gone, son, few will remember you.
Here's
the battle plan, lads, take a good look at this graph.
Drawn
up by a general, and his clever office staff.
He's
got his place in a history book, perhaps a page and a half.
And
you? Your name may be engraved on the village cenotaph.
And
it's off to war you go, lads, fresh battles to fight anew.
For
when you're dead and gone, son, few will remember you.
