The glories in blood and battle,
In slow advances to enemy lines.
Conscience burns, serenity rattled.
Enemy�s power still not confined.
The brave captain
With sweat on his brow,
Leads his troop to war
And soon enough doubt is aroused.
In the fields they clash,
Finally meeting to fight.
And in what seems like a flash,
Captain�s men crushed by might.
In the days that came and went,
They never gave in to the strong.
No matter the rules that evil had bent
They would die to defeat what�s wrong.
In the fields of war-torn battle,
Wading in the blood of the lost.
Despite false memorial, useless prattle,
They knew exactly the cost.
And though they could not win,
Their efforts put forth speak louder than most.
Brave soldiers� glory can now begin.
In humblest homage I raise a toast.
