Time goes him by while the pain grows,
watching for the last time as it snows.
With relentless spasm his wishes awaken,
but his body alone has already been taken.

The horrible sad, devastating vision,
swiftly his eyes over-look for his division.
Killing bullets around him are lost,
hiting his freinds their lives are the cost.

On the beach a bunker out he can make,
first in formation, toughest to break.
Every hit, to his friends he would tell,
until all of his friends around him had fell.

After the beach, to the trenches he runs,
all around him are firing guns.
Many around him, no-one he knows,
but still attached to them he grows.

A band of brothers, in fight til the end,
in a short pause a letter they send.
To loved ones at home, for their safety they pray,
For their health and to again see them one day.

To a barricade they come, one of may yes,
nothing special about this one, just a big mess.
Here they fight, people they don't know,
hiding the pain, the emotion they can't show.

A bullet from a rifle our hero is hit,
He falls to the ground and blood he spit.
A friend tries to help him, his brother in arms,
As our hero his friend with his blood he warms.

Tell my family, the truth and please do not lie,
tell them that this is my last goodbye.
I'm not coming home, and so here will i lay.
But in their hearts, will forever i stay...




-Daniel Hammerin.