Lie still
Hold your position
Don’t move until the signal is given
Hold firmly onto your weapon
Don’t loose it
Lie in the mud
In torrential rain
Getting wet and cold
But can’t move till the signal is given
The concentration on his face
The shivers going down his spine
He waits anxiously for a signal
When the signal is given
Charge at the enemy
Thoughts of commands go round his head
A gunshot is sounded
He charges pulls the trigger
Only to come to a fatal end.
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