As he climbed
Into the landing craft
He was afraid
But not of death
Or of injury
But of fear itself
A paralyzing fear
Rendering him inert
Leaving him unable
To do his duty
But above all else
His greatest fear
Was that he would
When they hear the recruiter’s call And they take the King’s shilling They’re trained and uniformed And marched towards the killing
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