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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