If it can be very dark (was isnt a happy time anyway ) :
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
Soldiers never do die well;
Crosses mark the places,
Wooden crosses where they fell;
Stuck above their faces.
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