1944

We smoked our cigarettes to pass the time
10 mins and counting before we hit the shoreline
The boys are doing fine and I hope that you’re well
If we pull through only time will tell 


I remember the bullets passing by my head
That’s when someone someone called out that Jim was dead
Saint Peter I hope I don’t meet you today
And Jesus if I go down, can you make sure she’s ok


Mother Mary give me some grace 

So fucking tired and weary of this place
If I see you on the other side
Brothers in arms and brothers till we die