In the Heat of the Battle

Spare me the goof, O dear Captain, Hear the rattling mess tins, My dear old kit bag, Worn out in action, I lost my hold-all, The spare drawers’ cotton, A half-full water bottle, Almost emptying my Haversack lunch, The sun is scorching, The camouflage is withering, The cover is blowing out, Silhouetted we crawl, The impetus is gathering, hell no, The attack is uphill, so soon, O dear Captain, Silver-tongued Captain, Think so fast, so fast like never before.