Please let us at them. Goes the barrack room cry. I'm glad I'm not going. I'm not dying to die. . I've got all my medals. Survived sneak attacks. It's not worth all the feelings.
Many, many years ago on a distant shore. Men did gather secretly beyond a hidden door. They traveled long and traveled far, darkness through the night.
Better flood that restless soul of ecstasy and fright. In a path, splattered gore all through the night. Wakin' up at midnight, my bodies soaked in sweat.