Call Of Duty Poem by Eirik Ughbjorn

The man of green camo,
Down to his last ammo,
The sound of distant shouting,
Closer and closer, the ground is shaking

Sweat runs down his head
A last look at the surroundings,
He will lie next to the dead,
The heart is pounding

Affixing his bayonet,
The soldier down to his last bullet,
His resolve is renewed,
The enemy is in view,
I kiss the picture of my beloved,
The whistle is blown,
May the gods see that I am not alone.