🖤 The Art Of War 🖤 Poem by James McLain

The battlefield is cold, yet my blood runs hot,
Where valor meets the steel, and fear is forgot.
With tanks that roar like thunder, we carve our way,
The sun rises fierce to herald a deadly day.

In chaos, there is order, if one learns to see,
A soldier's heart must beat with pure strategy.
The art of war is not in the force alone,
But in the mind, where battles are truly won.

No victory is certain, no ground is secure,
But the warrior's spirit must always endure.
For the sword that is sharp can cut through the night,
And courage, like fire, gives wings to the fight.

I lead not with glory, but with iron will,
For the greatest battle is yet to be still.
To conquer the fear that gnaws at the soul,
Is to master the war, to make oneself whole.

In war, men die, but the dream must stand,
As long as the warrior holds firm to his land.
The price is steep, but the reward is great—
To live, to fight, to hold the weight of fate.