Cowards

I stood in the field
Not showing an ounce of fear,
Though not apparent on my face,
It's the reason I hold my place
In the front of the line.
The gun would not have been mine,
If I had not listened to my father and joined in the first place.
I wondered how long it would take,
which one of my friends held the fake,
and which one held the bullet that would kill me here and now.
Accused of cowardice in World War One,
I guess it's time I take my last bow