Brothers In Arms-Blood And Tears Poem by Anthony Daniels

About face, forward march I shout out to the highest of my abilities to my soldiers.

Hanging on my every order they follow my instructions. Into the battlefield we go surrounded by the howls of gunfire and devastation.

Protect me they will until their dying breath that is there only purpose.
Keep up my fine men we are almost through the final front outgunned but not done.

Fight with me with your heart and souls for I am also your protector of you all go I go down with you.

Bloodshed and teardrops stain the battlefield fallen from my brothers in arms.
Victory victory we have won.