Bitter cold

Still winds

Dense fog

Heavy breathing

Footsteps quickened

Gun fire sounds

Blood spills

Men cry

An army dies

A victor is decided

Rising above their enemies

The first battle is won

Hurah!

Hurah!

All for not however

The first is not the last

And the war presses on

Despite the

Crying, the

Dying, lost souls

On an empty battlefield

Scorching hot

Heavy winds

Impeding sand

The breathing stops

The next battle has commenced

Hurah!

Hurah!

Why?

Because they were

Told to

Hurah…

Hurah…