Farewell, Private Whatshisname

Sprung awake from his dream Subconscious bliss taken away Back to a world he thought he left behind The moment his lids leaned and laid This boy was only sixteen, mind you He lied on his application So as far as I knew, he just turned twenty-two Fighting proudly for his nation He came here to assess the situation But he woke up to the sound of the end of the world Just when he found out he was alive To that lively grove went his soul So long ago For a while he's gonna rest his eyes Good old Whatshisname He volunteered to die Eviscerated inside the tent he laid in Surely from debris and fragments The company was ordered "If attacked, fall back and make damn sure That you leave nothing standing" So we happy few lined the building's walls with wire At the weakest points in its design Crammed a semtex or two into the corners of each room Retreated to the trees and fired Yesterday a home, today a pyre Holding off invaders that made our hole a crater And now we're trekking forest floor Gotta find a way back home Oh fare thee well, my dear Bastogne I don't think I can do this anymore We woke up to the sound of the end of the world Just when we found out we were alive To that lively grove went our souls So long ago For a while we're gonna rest our eyes For reasons of a cyclical kind The war to end all wars realized Every decade's takes a new disguise All because Whatshisname volunteered to die Send him home