We stand here in the killing field,
As the dawn is slowly awakening.
A blood sun rises specially for this occasion,
And we wait.
There over the horizon,
Lies our enemies.
Their guns are cocked,
Their knives sharpened.
And we march,
March forward to our doom.
For our country,
We sing.
For our people,
We chant.
For our victory,
We shout.
For ourselves,
We whisper.
And we march,
March forward to our doom.
This is a war,
To settle petty disagreements.
We are the many chosen,
Chosen to fight,
Chosen to die.
And we march,
March forward to our doom.
I'm a soldier.
I fight for honor,
I fight for war,
I fight to battle,
I fight for death.
A.N: Whoo! I was wondering when fictionpress was ever gonna have quickedit. now i can italicize and blah! yay! Anyways, i got this in my history class when we were talking about WWI, shut up, i've always wondered how the soldiers felt in war.