The Bite and Sting

ive spent days in this trench in the snow just my gun by my side. its cold and wet and youre all alone up keepin watch at night. the bite and the sting the bitter cold brings reminds you that youre still alive the hope and the pride that we all hold inside seems to break when another boy dies the bite and the sting the bitter cold brings makes you wish that you werent still alive the hope and the pride we all hold inside seems to break seems to break. we aint seen no germans for days we're just tired and sore and it feels like im wastin away so i drink from my flask to stay warm. every bomb miles away every faded engine cry still makes your heart start to race keeps you prayin at night. its too quiet and too calm for somethin not to be wrong so we sit as brothers in arms. so we wait and we shake hear the roar of the tanks and the gunfire of the oncoming storm. the ring in our ears and the cold rush of fear overtakes us with the enemy in sight. i stagger, but dont falter i aim and pull the trigger and we fight we fight we fight. but it all happens too fast the blur of the sweat in my eyes for every man killed seems 2 of my friends fall to die im down on my knees feel the pain in my gut and the snow is covered in blood. crawl to my captains side with his head on my knees says "see to it that my grave is kept clean" awake in a hospital bed just rows and rows and rows of dying kids. and i know that my whole infantry is dead.