JOS_DAYS_THE_NITS J.O.S. DAYS THE NITS The war monument is still standing between two footballfields, With the names of the men killed on the battlefields. @ They were center forwards, keepers and backs, they thought they would win. It's a family tradition to play in a football team, I have nephews, dumb but tall, who, still fetus, kicked the ball. I've got flat feet and my knees are weak, They all thought it was time to start my J.O.S. days, my J.O.S. days. The last war in this country, the fighting lasted four days, Between the names on this list I see one name again. He had my age and my first name, He thought he would win like in his J.O.S. days, in his J.O.S. days. They had too many boys who wanted to be in a team, So in one day, in one match you had to prove your ability. I was knocked out, a real disgrace, A break with the family tradition in my J.O.S. days, in my J.O.S. days. I can live without a finger, I can live without a toe, But the head is necessary.