Here We Go Again

She stood on her head at the end of the bed, trying to look out of the window.

The men in the square sat and stared, waiting for a whistle to blow. The feeling of dread

at Fleur Gosselin, the officer told him, was madness. I'll be right behind

you, maybe a mile or two. The man in the tank was riding a line

to Sweetheart, he couldn't remember. His letter of love got sent by a dove just before he got...

Dismembered a man at the back said, Go and attack, you're doing it for your country.

I'll be right behind you, maybe a mile or two. Oh boys,

oh boys, here we go again. Oh noise, oh noise, will it ever end?