As we pace across barren unknown lands,
And remember the clapping, cheering hands.
Of many happy, cheery people,
With banners from towering steeples.

Then thinking of the many men who went to war,
Who now cannot tell of what they saw.
As we walk through lands corroded,
Vigilantly with weapons loaded.

One by one we all walk,
Afraid to make a sound or talk.
As we approach our destination,
We are filled with anticipation.

As we stopped without a sound,
We caught sight of an enemy hound.
We suddenly saw the cliffs ablaze with light,
As the enemy charged in with all their might.

As the events that day unfolded,
Our general lay on the ground smoldered.
As I remember the events of that day,
I feel the pain of the enemy flay.