Lest We Forget.
How might a soldier have felt knowing that he had exactly one year left to fight in the First World War? Here are some thoughts:
One More Year
Exactly one more year to go before the madness is over.
Just 365 days.
But as the soldier lights another cigarette in the dawn light, hands cupped to keep the rain from the match, he does not know this.
It seems that he has always been here; ankle-deep in mud.
Cold, wet, hungry.
Life before this hell on earth is a distant memory which sometimes seems to belong to someone else.
This is all; mud, shell-holes, death, pain, fear.
Only 365 more days to go?
He neither knows nor cares.
His prayer is to survive until the day is over.