ANZAC RAP

ANZAC rap

Can't stand straight can't aim properly all these young chaps heading of to the war they come back home with a bullet in their souls. Then back off  to war they go me and all the chaps are miserable with trenchfoot  blood on the bayonets rats and diseis folding the trenches and the toilets are disgusting. Were running out of bullets bombs made out of jam can’s the rats are as big as cats. The chaps rifles are getting rusty the rats nibbling on the dead bodies. The wooden carriage carrying the dead bodies little steel cups with rum in them is it a honor to die for your country the food is just mold gas masks made out of the pee bags emergency put your masks on the gas is coming closer the men are  so exorcist they want to get shot they thought it was an adventure but it was a road to death

The men’s lifeless eyes gazed at us when we walked past and let them die they need to train there brain to be the best man

soldier's tale

WHY SHOULD WE FORGET

The pain, the blood, i'm thinking why, why, with blood oozing out of me can’t stand straight, can't aim properly, with my eyes wobbling around.    

Another shift done i yell tiredly i  know you are all tired we need to get back to the trench if you want some sleep   

Come on men drink your alcohol to get you going my men are a bit more revved up bang, bang, cough, cough the turks are charging over no man's land get the machine gun out men when we fire it they all start fallin down whoho another trench claimed we yell.

Men gas put your urine bags on i yell

We all get our masks one but there is one man John he was the one with the sense of humor my best man he was to slow to get it on the gas was in his lungs cough cough we try to put his urine bag on but it is too late when he dies it really gets me GOING!!!

I can't see anyone then some comes into sight john is that you they did not answer o no the turks smack ow I yell out my men take them down.  

JUST DON'T BREATHE I YELL i'll come help  put you mask on

No it's too late he said I put it on any way cough cough he's gone

Cough cough blood coming out of his mouth one hand blown off

Trying to hold his blood coming out of the bullet hole in his stomach

Medics try to keep him alive

The man just spued except it's not spue its blood we tried to keep him alive we took the wagon as far as it could go and let him die in agony

The wagon is filled with blood now we wonder if we should put him out of his misery we keep on going cough cough he is coughing blood soon all his blood is gone he's gone we stop a bit after he dies we dig  hole put a white cross and calve his name onto it.

BY HENRY