Comrades

Young soldier, gallant, faces down,

O’er broad and bloody field now sown 

With comrades old and knights so true,

The hordes of dark and doom.


He grasps his buckler and his sword

And braces ‘gainst the swelling horde

Of evil blackness, seeing now

Their sullen, callous brows.


Alone he feels, as gazing o’er

The bloodied fields of death and gore,

And grief his heart does seize within

And eyes well to the brim.


But nay, alone he’ll never be,

For on his left and right now seize 

His shoulders; friends and comrades bold

Are marching on; behold!


Now press they on in firmest tread,

Through sodden field of violent death,

To gain the day ‘gainst mortal foe,

Avenge their brethren’s woe.

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  1. AnonymousOctober 11, 2023 at 7:32 PM

    What powerful words, especially having just remembered the bloodiest hour of fighting during the American Revolutionary War; the 1779 Storming of Savannah!

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