I Didn't Want To Die - Not

O German Mother Dreaming By The Fire, While You Are Knitting Socks To Send Your Son His Face Is Trodden Deeper In The Mud.

The Dead...are More Real Than The Living Because They Are Complete.

The Song Was Wordless; The Singing Will Never Be Done.

Man, It Seemed, Had Been Created To Jab The Life Out Of Germans.

You Smug-faced Crowds With Kindling Eye Who Cheer When Soldier Lads March By, Sneak Home And Pray You'll Never Know The Hell Where Youth And Laughter Go.