There is no absolute right
There is no absolute wrong...

The Aftermath,
when silence sets in...

All quiet on the Western Front;
nothing seems to stir...

As I look over the trench wall,
I begin to wonder...

The dormant north wind
lies low...

I speak of last night
or the night before...

The last artillery shell is blasted,
The officer readies his whistle...

Switch on the old grey box,
its almost 6 on the great clock...

Do you see that bright light on the horizon son...
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When all seems dark,
And you have no one to turn to...

How we look upon war
as a grevious mistake...

Your laughing is a harmonious chorus of applause
And your smile more radiant than heavens glowing...