Why
When the war came
they shipped us off without consent
In a foreign land,
And in bombers named for girls, we killed men we'd never met
if we came home,
they said thank you-- once a year
if we didn't-- they called us a “casualty”
but said they were low
and that we won
most, even us,
never knew why we went
only that we did
and didnt understand
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