Grandpa Was a hero

Granddad knew the Prince of Wales

The captain in the trench
Sharing his silver, chocolate and Cigarettes

The pop of the mustard gas
Filling the trenches with the dead

This was the setting
For this great man

His scruples would come later
When he took to the cross
Revolted by his Cigarettes and Gin
Sending his only son to war
To become a man
The angel of the trenches.
In the second stage of hell

His son
Now one of the crosses
Marking the resting spot
Of the Greatest Generation.

This man from England, Toronto, Detroit
Becomes devout and good
Christian and Sober

Now asleep
Next to his son and sinners alike.