Chapter 268
Fix Bayonets
We are tired cold and hungry
The supply lines are cut
We are surrounded by the enemy
Ragged as a stray mutt
We can see them massing
There are many more than us
It has grown quiet
There is no more fuss
We divide the remaining ammunition
There is not very much
We will be overrun
To our battered weapons we clutch
The order is given
Fix Bayonets - fast
A dull metallic clicking sound
Death does not recognize caste
Shots ring, explosions blast
Shouts, cries and screams fill the air
Blood and pain everywhere
May in death we all share
Nobody