Band of brothers

I was wounded in the Great War
I still wonder what it was all for
I show no scars or broken skin
The wounds are all deeply within
 
 
I saw comrades big and small
I saw some stand, I saw some fall
Some by rifle, some by bayonet
Those scenes I never will forget
 
 
I saw men as I went passed
Some were dead some knew it was there last
For some there was no future only past
Some never knew they had been gassed
 
 
Some hung on a barbed wire line
For they too had run out of time
Others had done the best they could
Lying in a pool of blood
 
 
I saw men kneeling as though in prayer
Asking God for another day
I saw men embrace each other
For they fought as a band of brothers