In the season of the battle,
Restless nations test their arms,
Like two bucks in mating season
Fighting for a new doe's charms.
Nations fight their foes with armies.
Armies fight their foes with men.
Men of flesh and blood are fragile;
They still lose when nations win.
Like the leaves in their war season,
Many wear the green of life.
Some few turn all shades of yellow;
Others bleed out in the strife.
In the season of the battle,
Some will stay and some will fall.
Hardy are the heroes standing;
Honored those who give their all.
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