Waterloo

Waterloo by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2017 The night before the battle, the soldier would not sleep thinking of his family, and memories to keep with thoughts about tomorrow, and where he may be found when the battle is finally over, and the recall bugles sound He would think of the lines of soldiers, jackets blazing red bayonets fixed, and rifle pointed, at the enemy ahead could he do his duty, march steadfastly toward the foe or would his nerve desert him, when the order came to go He hoped that all the training, would jump into his head and he would do what he must do, and not be among the dead he knew he was no hero, nor the soldiers by his side but he would find the courage, it was a soldiers pride In line we advance toward the foe, pipe and drum, and bugles blow cannon shot bursting overhead, friends falling all around you dead you keep moving forward, and do what you must do to help to win this Battle in this field at Waterloo