Tuesday would be laundry day

 * Tuesday would be laundry day *
The pale tired faces lift
Sheets on a Hills Hoist
As the trucks go by
Glimpse the wounded in them
Heading to the hospitals
Or fresh recruits clean
Heading the other way
Then faces drop and focus
On the heels of man in front
Trudging back from the frontline
Rain turned roads to mud
Battle mens minds to mush
Alive and yet so scarred
A fear a strong wind
Will blow them all away
As sheets on a Hills Hoist.