Comradeship

Comradeship is the thing that . . . I'll tell you about Comradeship if I may do this.

That's Something

It's funny how one can lie
And remember things of days gone by
And in perhaps one short minute
Recapture a past year and all that's in it

It's funny how a quiet room gives chance to ponder
Leading out thoughts, back through time to wander
Perhaps a tune or even a funny phrase
Will recall something that happened in by-gone days

Everyone stores up things that have passed
Some are forgotten, other will always last
But a soldier who has been to war
Has in life's memory book, something more

Something that could only be
In the memories of men like you and me.
Something that is born amidst shot and shell
Perhaps, develops and grows in times of bloody hell




This comradeship as it is known by us
Of which we'd never made much fuss
Is this something which in our minds was set
In lands were many are lying yet

And so I remember from the start
The lads that I knew now far apart
My soldiering is finished, I leave it all behind
But there's something comes with me in my mind

That's all about what we are talking about.