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I'm a soldier in Belgium, fighting during World War One.
The place was cloud, smoke or rain and very little sun.
I tried to keep dry socks on, try and keep my feet dry and sound.
Too much rain and no drainage it was useless, so much trench-foot around.
Soldiers tried vainly to help, talk, play around.
With grey scenes, rain, deceased, and the canons thundering sound.
There's disease, deep mud and confusion, even corpses never found.
We’re finally given the order and went over the top.
But hellish screaming death round you, the Machine gun bullets wouldn’t stop

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