The War General..Not Just Another Field Marshal

He is the African War General, After his massive Digestion of Seven "JUMBO" Spliff Joints and more, The sage wont forget to mention his Gulp-in of four pints of dark 'Wicked' Rum before His Very taste of a Healthy,Well-Balanced Breakfast, His soul must be very Strong or Twice this Dead..'Once a soldier must I die a soldier'..Words that put the heart of man to rest. To carry-on...thus to Tarry-on...We must Carry-on 'Words I learnt from The very Lips of the King of the Clan..He Truelly Tarried-on, In Tarrying-on what shall we do...Bowing to worship 'Man' what oxygen shall we breathe, How many campaigns did He Launch, Sitting before this campfire chanting war Slogans,Songs and corrosive War Slangs, I believe it was his very words that made those Flames and Sparks leap this High, In the battle's very heat did he Unsheath the Heads of Three War Chieves and more. He is the African War General... Please do imagine him as he Emerges so strongly from the burning coals that attendeth the paths of a locale warlord, Steaming red foaming blood...It is a hard sight..Really not too Dark a sight for an Intelligent promising Lieutenant, Who took that last life saving accurate shot that saved 'The-Then-Fiercest-of-War- Generals, Who slung that same lethal...killing shot..Pumping in Hot-Lead into the same Man we all slaved to Save. The Sundry Deeds of a Highly Martial Mind...Appraising Salient Field Marshals and More.