Awaiting the Release

This has not been my darkest hour
     And yet it seems to me,
That all my time is being devoured
     By dull activity.

Does a soldier feel like this
     More when the war's begun,
Or right before the armistice
     When most of the fighting's done?

I've paid my dues here at this place
     And now I'd fain retire
This way of life without disgrace,
     To chase my heart's desire.

George Chadderdon © 1995