"The Guns"

There in line we stood

All deemed all wise and good

Just as any young man should

Stood firm and tall like blocks of wood 

The Guns, The Guns, The Guns.

All humbled and marched two by two

Trained night and day until we knew

The war would soon be over soon.

The Guns, The Guns, The Guns.

If by May, I see you not,

5 more months of mud and rock

I count the days just like the clock

'till I may warm you like your smock

The Guns, The Guns, The Guns.

The fighting dear, it was grim

The artillery shells burst and skim

All the shelters filled to brim

What left home me, is no longer him

for comfort I whisper my unsung hymn

The Guns, The Guns, The Guns.

I return home safe, To Mom and Pops

Seeing my girl with her lovely locks

having our quaint little tea time talks

struggling with the aftershocks

recounting my friends in a box

The Guns, The Guns, The Guns.

The War was many years from now

My Mom and Pop, Even my gal

all would help raise my morale

but die they did, as people shall.

The Guns, The Guns, The Guns.

Though I am known with great renown

all it takes is a simple sound

to make me scared and bunker down

hide my head and hit the ground, yelling

The Guns! The Guns! The Guns!

Tex Berdfleu, 2025