Battle Cry
Six thousand soldiers we march through the night
Cold winds and rain keeping the next man in sight
Hitting the wire shells bursting red glare
Praying to God that I'm going to make it there
Charge for the tree line, friends falling away
Digging a mud hole, will this be my grave
Screams all around me, dare I look to see
Sergeant is calling, telling us to keep it true
Firing ahead as I run so afraid
Time has stopped ticking as I fall with great pain
Slow is the battle as I drift far away
Buddy beside me saying you'll be okay
Waiting for medics to carry me away
Only two hundred soldiers made it up there this day
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I would like to translate this poem
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