from wheelbarrow lane a young man came,all youthful,energetic,optimistic and plain.with a tin hat and gun france bound this young one.all wide eyed and and tired in france he arrived.it wasnt the stuff of a young mans dream,more a relentless nightmare this scene.along with thousands of others an yet so alone,dodging bullets and and shells he kept himself going,till gas was unleashed and blackened the sky in the muddy fields at ypes this youngman would die.