War time Stories

Upon that early summer morna young boy soldier was to be bornHail hail, said his father with a cigarme and this boy ought to go far.As each and every summertime passedhis father knew his childhood wouldn't lastAs the letter came through the doorhe knew his son was off to warHis mamma cried, his father sobbedthe young boy's innocence was to be robbedWhy oh why? said his fatherbut it wasn't long for that front lineThe shell...