On a boat to Normandy.... I think to myself, where will I go when I die Would anyone cry? -The screams of our troops dying on the beach. -The sound of it would make you screach. -The visions of dismembered bodies. -It's a shame this boat don't have a potty. -The smell of rotting corpses buried shallow in the sand. -You can't forget the stench of burning boots. -It is enough to make you puke. -All I want is to go home. -Uph. -It's getting very cold and the light is getting bright. -It is hard to believe I am dying tonight.