The Bite And Sting

i've spent days in this trench in the snow, just my gun by my side. it's cold and wet and you're all alone up keepin' watch at night. the bite and the sting that the bitter cold brings reminds you, that you're still alive. the hope and the pride that we all hold inside seems to break when another boy dies. we ain't seen no germans for days, we're just tired and sore. and it feels like i'm wastin' away, so i drink from my flask to stay warm. every bomb miles away, every fading engine cry, still makes your heart start to race, keeps you prayin' at night. been 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 on-comin' storm. the ring in our ears, and the cold rush of fear overtakes us with the enemy in sight. i stagger, but don't falter, i aim and pull the trigger, and we fight. but it all happens so fast, the blur of the sweat in my eyes. but with every man i kill it seems two of my friends fall to die. i'm down on my knees, feel the pain in my gut, and the snow is covered in blood. i crawl to my captain's side, his head on my knee, says "see to it, that my grave is kept clean." i wake up in a hospital bed. there are rows and rows and rows of dyin' kids. and i know, my whole infantry is dead.