I decided to make this track as a tribute after watching the U.K rememberance service on the 11th of November and a 1914-18 war documentary depicting the awful conditions in the trenches.
Boys and men some bearly 17 years old, hundreds of miles from thier homes and families.
On megre rations living in damp rat infested trenches. Shelling day and night. Going over the top, bayonets fixed, many destined to die.


THE SOLDIER by Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.


After this I think being in lockdown here in the U.K, wearing a mask and being careful is a small price to pay in order to help win this covid war.
Stay Safe.