The world has changed a lot since that day,
But I can still hear the guns, the people and their screams.
I can still see the white sand, stained red.
Everyman’s nightmare has just come true,
That terrible night at Gallipoli.

I shouldn’t have put my name down,¬†
It wasn’t my war, I was too young.
I thought war was exciting and full of adventure,
Instead it was hatred and pain.

I didn’t see it coming, I didn’t feel the pain.
But I remember so clearly my dread,
When they told me they’d taken my leg.

I left a few things behind in that war,
My leg, my brother, some mates, the boy from next door.
I’ll never forget that tragic war.