Conflict

It's now four solid weeks of mortars and tanks.
Trees at our back as to fortify our flanks.
Thrown it all at us, we take it all on.
Just separate soldiers, but defending as one.

Back home there'll be drinking, dancing and parties.
Living life to the fullest as their weekend is starting.
For us there's no singing or laughing, no time to relax.
A dangerous enemy awaits our forces collapse.

The platoons broken up at just holding the line,
Defending with honor, like I'm vigilant at mine.
A bombardment of shells while attacking our borders.
Yet steadfast in our mission of fulfilling our orders.

Mounting their forces as day morphs to dusk.
Driving us spare as we prepare to be pushed.
They're forcing our borders with a torturous caution.
We're taking the bait of this awful distortion.

On the enemies approach, with cordite in the air.
There's dismembered bodies and blood everywhere.
What they don't know, what we take delight in,
For us, saturday night is alright for fighting.