Upon Fhe Field I March

On and on, left right left right, solemn and alone yet accompanied by many men, officers, horses, and just men. The march is a heartbeat to a beast, the beast who's name is war. For what cause I ask myself, for what cause... I kneel to load as my friend is struck my face is covered in some liquid, blood. I look away and think only as a second goes on, and i see that flag waving, my flag ...vengeance, honor, and patriotism all fuel a fury like no other, I get up, draw my bayonet and charge to meet a wall of men... we won that battle.