Drink Water
When a dehydrated soldier, on the field, ever comes about,
ask a sergeant, the reason why; and they would, have no doubt.
Yelling," A soldier whom risks, dies for nothing, not becoming, a martyr;
even thou, not thirsty, at all; make sure, to definitely, drink some water!"
"No joke, is the weather, during the season, either cold or hot;
the water dranked, controls the body's temperature, on the spot."
Always one soldier, thinking they know more; ignoring the advice, Sgt's giving,
sooner or later, during the mission, the soldier, is now, no longer, really living.
Senseless having to be, that way; didn't have to be the case,
the meaning of the soldiers death, doesn't have a decent base.
If only, the soldier, drank some water, regardless of, no taste,
what the soldier, then stood for, wouldn't be, made, as a waste.
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