Its off onto
this dusty trail
Off going war

I hope I not Fail
The Sun is Dimming
My heart is pounding

Flares Shinning Bright
Bullets Wizzing By
Gernardes rumbling The Ground

This place isnt normal its a hell
All my men are shot
and they have fell

Death is around us
It is in the air
My buddies are dieing
and the enemy doesnt care

They are winning the battle
But they will not win the war!
 
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