On battlefields we fight to survive,
we run forward nowhere to hide.
We see deaths dark shadows
fall across many there,
still we run no defeat in mind.
Our fears push us on
fearing the look cowards get
from dead men’s eyes.
We become an unstoppable force
against some imaginary foe.
We fight and fight
until the last bell tolls.
6 June 2015
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