I'd Been On Duty From Two Till Four. I Went And Stared At The Dug-Out Door. Down In The Frowst I Heard Them Snore. "Stand-To!" Somebody Grunted And Swore. Dawn Was Misty; The Skies Were Still; Larks Were Singing, Discordant, Shrill; They Seemed Happy; But I Felt Ill. Deep In Water I Splashed My Way Up The Trench To Our Bogged Front Line. Rain Had Fallen The Whole Damned Night. O Jesus, Send Me A Wound To-Day, And I'll Believe In Your Bread And Wine, And Get My Bloody Old Sins Washed White!