A Charge of Bayonets

The war is nearly over. We have suffered every loss

We go to war with bravery. We know, very well, the cost

Sweat gleams off our brows. We will not quake and run with fear

We do not fight because we hate but for the ones that we hold dear

A comrade fell against my chest as a bullet tore right through his vest

He was a friend, a man like no other

A warrior, father, and loving brother

Our hearts were hardened to what lied ahead

I'm ashamed to say my morals were dead

Cannon fire, Mortar spout. The night; it seemed to drag out

A friendly hand rested on my shoulder

A man who was calm, clearly bolder

Bullets spent, we all raise a battle cry shout

Then we storm the enemy mass, bayonets out