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The sun is dawning on another sea of blood and mud |
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March against machine guns like lambs being driven to the slaughter |
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Tornadoes of shrapnel |
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The wounded sinking in three feet of mud |
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Dying grotesquely |
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Wading through the swamp among the carnage |
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No - Our last assault for victory |
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No - Shattered by machine gun fire |
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No - Bombs rain down in cataracts |
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No - Carnival of death |
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Shellshocked, paralyzed, staring into the gloom |
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Penalties for desertion |
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Death the reward for cowardice |
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Salvos, cannonades, unleashing hysteria of rage |
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The senselessness of it all |
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Grew like a cancer in the minds of the troops |
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No - Our last assault for victory |
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No - Shattered by machine gun fire |
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No - Bombs rain down in cataracts |
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No - Carnival of death |
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No survivors |
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No survivors |
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For weeks I have waited in this mud |
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I'm shaking, I'm wet |
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The stench of my dead friends |
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Relieved when we finally march in |
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This waiting is killing me |
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Traumatized eyes, as we go in |
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Bodies everywhere, the bullets scream |
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We can't survive but we march in |
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Nothing to win but I go in |
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Don't care if this killing is a sin |
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I just want to end this hell I'm in |
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I hit the bottom, we did not win |
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No - Our last assault for victory |
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No - Shattered by machine gun fire |
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No - Bombs rain down in cataracts |
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No - Carnival of death |
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No survivors |
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No survivors |
