Author's Note: 11B is the identifier for Combat Infantry in the U.S. Army. This poem is addressed to Odin.

"And we will ride across these plains
Seeking vengeance, seeking fame;
Though it lead us to Hel's gates
A man cannot run from his fate."
-Hauk

The raven follows ever on my right,
The wolf walks with me on the forest track;
Where swords are singing, I will heed the call;
The feast of eagles is the fate I chose.

My master, take me when you deem it right.
The sound of singing still and ringing guns,
The mortar-bomb, the bayonet, the axe
Are all stilled when the Raven calls for me.

Cold Death will come for all men, young or old;
Old Grey-Beard, let me die not in my bed!
Midst blood and sand and thunder would I go
Unto your hall; my fathers wait for me.