louis was my dearest friend fighting in the anzac trench louis ran forth from the line i never saw him again later in the dark i thought i heard louis voice calling for his mother then me but i couldn t get to him he s still up on that hill 20 years on that hill nothing more than a pile of bones but i think of him still if i was asked i d tell the colour of the earth that day it was dull and browny red the colour of blood i d say