"Move!", "Move!", "Faster!", "Faster!"
We marched; brain-dead. Our bodies inactive.
Neither, it was dusk nor dawn. It was dark.
They were in camouflage like copperhead snakes in dead leaves,
Unlike snakes
They were roaring.
Commands after commands
Still drunk in our sleep;
"Your reaction is too slow!"
"Go Down!"
"Go Down!"
In the fiery pits of Hell, our muscles suffocated.
Home was far, only commands after commands.
"Count!", "Count!", "Louder", "Louder."
Days would come
Days would pass
Many had left
Some for good
Some for bad
For pleasure we drilled
For leisure we fussed
Neither did we enjoy
Life progressed.
It was Fun.
