Reminiscing – but disregarding the horror of World War One,
Three cobbers sat, their time of life – the setting of the sun.
They spoke about the good old days – they joked about the war,
Entitled too – for they were there, though they said not what they saw.
In silence they reflected for a minute maybe longer…
Then one friend with a solemn stare said “If I had my time once more –
You Know I think I’d go again; I’d go again to war…”
And they laughed for if it was true – hindsight’s twenty-twenty.
And in the distance a bugle sounded – and the three friends sipped their tea.
Lest We Forget.