Before I die, I must just find this rhyme. <br />Be quiet, my friends, and do not waste any time. <br /> <br />We’re marching off in company with death. <br />I only wish my girl would hold her breath. <br /> <br />There’s nothing wrong with me, I’m glad to leave, <br />Now mother’s crying too, there’s no reprieve. <br /> <br />And now look how the sun’s begun to set. <br />A nice mass-grave is all that I shall get. <br /> <br />Once more the good old sunset‘s glowing red. <br />In thirteen days I’ll probably be dead.<br /><br />Alfred Lichtenstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaving-for-the-front/
