20 years old David was called up A chance for him to become a real man
Dressed in a uniform, with a machine-gun in his hands went to the firing place
with his new mates Entrenching, obstacle race were not difficult for David to
do He was a perfectly fit boy But then it was time to play with fire
Something he couldn't cope with Throwing the hand-grenade wasn't quite
simple He delayed too long It exploded in his hands David got torn apart
There was nothing left of him Ground not mingled with David's intestines