On a murky Tuesday morn before the break of dawn,
A rallying cry to us soldiers to prepare for this morning’s war.

“Up men; UP! It’s time for battle!”

He orders out instructions for all his hundred troops,
As grey mist descends onto no-mans land;
Smothering the field like yesterday’s gas.

Still cold, battered and bruised from Monday morning’s scrap,
We must all try to listen, to avoid all enemy traps.

The treat of death he tries to ignore as he tells us what to do,
“All will be well,” he tells us all, knowing it’s not the truth.

But we as soldiers have the duty to fight,
And listen to our sergeant, wrong or right.

Heads-Heavy we must then run straight into our impending death,
Side by side we will charge, cherishing every single breath.
And when the day does come where we shall live no more,
We shall be remembered as the men who went to war.