A poem I wrote that I've never had the balls to post but what the hell.

Stand too! Stand too! We hear the call, Armed and ready to fight and fall. To stand by the oath of our army creed to defend the true north, strong and free.

Helmets on and weapons ready,
Seeing shadows in the distance calm and steady. Come at us come at us! We think in our heads, we'll fight and shout till you're all dead.

The battle is won as the dust and smoke clear, the dead litter the field as our soldiers cheer. We honour our dead and give thanks for their fice. We get back in our trenches and get ready for the night.