Combat

		"March to the right", he gave the command.
			We slothed across the barren land.

		With heavy loads, we made our way
			night after night, day after day.

		We knew with every step we took
			it might be our last, with fear we shook.

		The setting Sun glowed in the West
			in the coming night, we must do our best.

		We dug a cavern and in we crawled
			hoping for safety within the walls.

		Every night since that horrible day
			folding my hands, I began to pray.

		I felt miserable, spent, dirty and worn
			I wish I was in the land I was born.

		I stealthfully stalked the enemy I sought
			I held my gun as I had been taught.

		The enemy approached without a sound
			a bullet struck - he fell down.

		The war was over for him alone
			he never made it
				to his long lost home.