T’was nothing that led me there that night
Out in the dark with men left and right
Flashes of brilliance rage just out of sight
Tortured screams arise a machine guns bite.
Huddled down tightly, scared to the bone
Wishing that I, was out all alone
Mortar blasts, sending rain full of stone
All around me I hear the men groan.
Back to the beach where injured men moan
Many dead bodies, washed in with the foam
Our friends – their tormented souls roam
My deepest wish now – to be sent home.