Doused in the blood of friend and foe
Choked and drowned by poison gas
Seeing friends, falling dead at my feet
Lead whistling through the air while down in
the trenches we all swear

I am of the English breed fighting                                                                                              against German steed, while our sharpshooters                                                                     fire at the Astrian-hungary officers

Those two shots started it all                                                                                                   Gavrillo Princip, that wretched man;                                                                                        why he had to shoot why those two shots in Sarajevo.