REMEMBERING A PRETTY LADY

She was without doubt so pretty for sure 
Something I remembered when I went to war
Her picture is in my pocket all of the time
Loving her dearly is my only crime 

I wonder whether she ever thinks of me 
In the dark days while I'm fighting at sea
I think of her to get me through my pain
Life for me will never be the same again 

Should I ever survive this conflict and war
I will try to continue my life as it was before 
My pretty lady will be with me by my side 
I will ask her to marry me and be my bride

Men around me are in the same position too
Fighting for our country is something we must do