A grey French rain is pooling in our trench

Clothes soaked through, heavy and dark

For many months we have been totally drenched

And yet, still, our howitzers bark

A shell of poison, or just explosions

Both deadly in the killing arts

It is then that I get a notion

The end of war, that I will start

We wait and wait, through stench and mud

No orders have been given yet

The stench of rotting, corpse's blood

I make my move, without regret

I jump up feeling rather clever

And shove away the fear and pain

"Do you want to live forever?"

I have a no-mans land to gain

Machine guns blaze, and cut us down

The teufel-hunden still advance

So many bodies hit the ground

If we succeed, it's not by chance

When the first bayonet tastes blood

Many Germans still are gawking

Like a wave, or human flood

Not a single man is stopping

We chased them out from Belleau woods

Through piles and mounds of casualty

The living and the wounded stood

To witness our first victory

My name is Sergeant Dan Daly

The man who's proven to the French

The only option's victory

And only Marines can break the trench