@+e Forum He Stands Alone

He stands alone, gun in hand Amongst his comrades in a God forsaken land Bullets fly like pouring rain As in the distance the bombing starts again His water canteen shot full of holes In his boots his feet feel like red hot coals All that marching through the night A sorry bunch in the moon so bright The order comes from up the line Charge straight and true Now those in charge now know what to do Our intrepid hero puts his life on the line again In the muck and bullets, the blood, the pain Onward they rush over hill and dale No way have they wanted this charge to fail Bullets fly, cannons roar No peace amongst the blood and gore Where will he be later, heaven or hell? It’s onwards and upwards so who can tell