It was a cold December day

when and where I cannot say.

All I can tell you is this;
it was a cold December day,
That is what I'll say,
to anyone who asks me about that day.
I remember when they asked me what price I am willing to pay.
For if I go, I surely cannot stay,
That is all I was thinking about, on that cold December day.

There was a white haze that seemed to last for days,
which encompassed the bodies,
and the land.
Such a place was not fit for neither animal,
nor man,
but we had to stay there,
because that was the plan.
We were stuck sitting on the edge of no man's land.

When the orders finally came through,
we knew what we had to do,
I stood up and got my gear,
not knowing if I would live to see the new year.

Wondering if I would be able to come home,
and share a beer with the ones I loved so dear,
And remembering how we used to laugh and cheer,

I could not help but remember my mother's face,
all full of tears,
and how angry the woman I loved was,
when I told her that I volunteered.
I could not help it,
when all those memories made me drop a tear,
and made me wonder why I was here.

I picked up my rifle,
and it was cold in my hands.
I remember when I joined,
they told me they would make me into a man.
They would teach me how to shoot,
and how to stand,
but all that means nothing now,
as I gazed over the trench into no man's land,

Then I heard a noise that pierced the sky,
I knew whenever you hear that noise,
men would surely die.

An explosion went off behind our lines,
The captain yells,

Then Men went up one by one,
for the charge had just begun!

and in the distance I could hear the haunting sounds of a machine gun,
raining fire from up ahead,
I dare not look up, if I did,
I fear I would be dead,

It was my time to go over the top,

my heart was racing,
and I could not make it stop,

for I did not know what was waiting for me over the top,

whether I would live or not,
was one of my last,
and only thoughts.