"Other sons will return to war.
Let every soldier and commander
Reward in battle the Antichrist in full,
Because the blood of their friends paid world
Future generations, full of energy", -
The Holy father at the service said.
"Yes, we are different," was his reply. -
To return to continue with the war.
Legless William, syphilitic Burt,
Blinded Jim - here are your sons.
Who's hurt, who anticipates the end..."
"The ways of the Lord..." - rivers of the Holy father.
We need only to sleep...
Soldiers are citizens of one country,
Her name is Death, and gloom prevail,
And gray gloom absorbed
Their baby resentment, fear and shame.
Soldiers are war.
Their life is not in balance, there is only debt and purpose.
Under the thunder of the guns, when the earth is on fire
Them a dream house and a clean bed.
Them at night from rats there was no escape,
Day from gunpowder breathe,
In their dugouts, no light enters,
But see it just to sleep
Idleness in the output, cinema, cricket
And to work early a long way.