Posted: 05/08/2014 at 20:04
The observers see the horrors and dwell on them, the infantry man is as always optimistic, you have trained for this now get on and do it.
We sing as we march to the starting line
Maggie may and songs of women and wine
As overloaded we march in bright sunshine
All of us know we will survive this time.
Drop heavy kit and stand around wait a while
Check you weapons top up ammo from that pile
Line up bayonets fixed and still we smile
One last fag before we advance that one last mile
Right lads beyond that hedge the enemy lay
Not sure where on the hill or in the hay
Advance to contact when I say
Keep spread out it's another day.
Your thoughts are where is the next cover, the rock, ditch, dip in the ground or a fold in a meadow, you do not know the grand plan and only see what is within two hundred yards of you, you have no interest in what other troops are doing just your own platoon. You may never make contact or come under fire within yards, then it is chaos you look after your own mates and they you. We are not thinking morbid thoughts because we are fire proof, then one day you are not.