Too Late for Everything

write this in "18"
 The sky is red and the gas is burning yellow
 The daisy cutters fly
 My feet are rotting, the trench is just mean and wet
 I wish I was home
 I was talking to a friend for a minute
 In a second he lay dead, still and silent on the ground
 I swear he never knew what hit him
 He was telling me of a girl and getting married as soon as he was home
 Home across the ocean
 Too late for everything
 I keep myself alive and awake
 By sharing my flask of whisky and rum
 I never drank much before
 But I picked up some habits that I never had at home
 Home across the ocean
 Too late for everything
 100 Abdullah Egyptians
 ...a treasure I had found
 By the body of a fallen soldier
 He won't be needing them
 I smoke them in silence and dream of being home