I Didn't Choose the Campaign Life
I didn't choose the campaign life,
I'm tired of alien suns.
But at last this war's nearing its end,
We've got the Congloms on the run.
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For my sins upon the battlefield,
Some tell me I should pray.
But too late for my tattered soul,
All that's left is foes to slay.
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Months or years since been dispatched,
From Earth, it's been so long.
No way home save victory,
So like all, I slog along.
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In xeno trenches, no words spoken,
Our fears are left unsaid.
Look upon the Conglom line,
In silence and in dread.
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Perhaps this world once paradise,
But if so, long been lost.
War's unleashed Hell upon the stars,
And none dare count the cost.
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The shelling's stopped, the whistle's blown,
Go over top to land of strife.
For this is the lot of all of us,
This is the campaign life.