The echoing of the raging brass,
Dirt and bodies flying fast.
Screams and cries heard all around,
The scent of death on the ground.
Their wounds unpatched, going about their way,
Not caring if they're going to live today.
To fight for their lives and the lives of others,
To save their sisters and their brothers.
God, please help them get through the night,
In hopes they return from this brutal fight.