At his gravesite a bugler the Last Post will never play
But he doesn't care he is living today
In a foreign city under an assumed name
He does not feel unhappy and he doesn't feel any shame
That he deserted the army when he was twenty one
But he cannot see wrong in what he has done
He did not fight in the war where so many died
And his true identity from others he hide
But it will not be in war he will draw his last breath
The one who choose life not a glorious death
Quite happily married a grandfather of three
At the war parades he is one you will not see
Of any acts of bravery he cannot tell
But he is alive and quite happy as well.
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