hitotsudake
Kommandant von die 101th Pzg. div. Nord
When I look at our photos, the photos of our members.
Back in that cloudy days, there is something I can remember.
I was in my trench, looking though the scope.
I saw a litte french, with his friend on his shoulder.
He was white, but he`s clothes were red.
I guessed that he was a survivor, but actually, he was dead.
The litte french run to us shouting something we couldn`t understand.
But one of us, translated to me what he had said in french.
"Please, help me! We don't have more medicine"
"I will do anything! but he's not ready to pay for his sin!"
Obviously, he couldn't understand that his friend was dead.
But we told him that all his friend needed was a little rest.
Oh! poor young men from Verdun!
What your country did to you?
They are young, and won't understand.
That their lifes run a risk greater than the no-mans-land!
Bettew barbed wires mazes and death shouts.
Are the rifles and corpses of those who for their land fought...
Now we see.
After months on this pit.
That the place we now call home.
Is really the grave of fathers and their sons...
Back in that cloudy days, there is something I can remember.
I was in my trench, looking though the scope.
I saw a litte french, with his friend on his shoulder.
He was white, but he`s clothes were red.
I guessed that he was a survivor, but actually, he was dead.
The litte french run to us shouting something we couldn`t understand.
But one of us, translated to me what he had said in french.
"Please, help me! We don't have more medicine"
"I will do anything! but he's not ready to pay for his sin!"
Obviously, he couldn't understand that his friend was dead.
But we told him that all his friend needed was a little rest.
Oh! poor young men from Verdun!
What your country did to you?
They are young, and won't understand.
That their lifes run a risk greater than the no-mans-land!
Bettew barbed wires mazes and death shouts.
Are the rifles and corpses of those who for their land fought...
Now we see.
After months on this pit.
That the place we now call home.
Is really the grave of fathers and their sons...
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