You've got guns.
They've got cannons.
You've got young men.
They've got trained soldiers.
You've nver held a gun.
They've been doing this for years.
You've got bravery.
They've got experience.
You knew what you were getting yourself into.
Atleast you thought you did.
You thought you were ready to die for these people,
didn't you?
For the cause, for the better.
For change.
For Patria.
And you are.
Atleast you think so.
This self doubt is nothing.
It's bullets that'll kill you.
All it took was a spark, and you all started a fire.
The same one that's coarsing through your veins.
The adrhenaline (and the wine) have definitely gone to your brains.
And there's a chance you may not get out of this alive.
But atleast you tried.