Same old trenches, same old view, <br />Same old rats as blooming tame, <br />Same old dug-outs, nothing new, <br />Same old smell, the very same, <br />Same old bodies out in front, <br />Same old ‘strafe’ from two till four, <br />Same old scratching, same old ‘unt, <br />Same old bloody war.<br /><br />Alan Alexander Milne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-gold-braid/
