Surprise Attack
Clouds along the moonlight glides
Lighting not the ground
But upon the clouds shines
So the light was muddled
Helping the patrol scuttle
Invading the tyrant's trench mound.
The tricolor in front.
The shadows behind.
Approaches the enemy line.
And if soldiers do as told,
then this tactic proves bold
for the French are outnumbered 3 to 1.
With renewed guile their enemy confront
And the end of the traverse is met.
The officers descend the parapet
Leaving behind snipers ready and set.
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