The Wall

The men all lay around, down, down, down. It’s a circle, six feet round. Again comes the artillery Down, down, down. And all the men remaining gather round. And in comes the call, to charge the wall, before the artillery is again to fall. That damn Wall... And its time, the men are watching, Its time, to lead them out, to lead them down, to take them across And I look to my men, beaten down, skin and bones thin. But what is there left to do... I stand I whisper "Men, it is not for life that we have lived, Life is not our stop, it is a means to an end. I am going now, to take the plunge, to take the wall, to take the fall. Come, and let us finish what we all started." And out, over the burm, into the field, to the wall. And all fades to brightest white, all falls to darkest night. The wall, I have taken, I have won.