In the trenches filled with dead
there remained one soldier who kept his head
he had just come in on a now defunct train
an unflappable leutenent named Connor Dane
he had seen the war on every front
as leader, subordinate, or lowly grunt
through it all he had survived
he yelled and cursed but he was alive
Connor Dane did curse his fate
forced by death to wait and wait
his gun didn't jam, nor his canteen run dry
fate , it seemed, wanted him alive
his friends lay there among the dead
allowed at last to rest their heads
Connor wanted to die
but not to lose
He wanted it all
he couldn't choose
finally his choice was made
when he failed to notice a hand grenade
now Connor lay among the dead
a soldier who never lost his head.
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