From: Gold Braid

Same old trenches, same old view,
Same old rats as blooming tame,
Same old dug-outs, nothing new,
Same old smell, the very same,
Same old bodies out in front,
Same old -strafe- from two till four,
Same old scratching, same old -unt,
Same old bloody war.

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