|
We shall dread the forthcoming |
|
Every seconds sears me |
|
As my anticipation drips |
|
Stepping back to where it started |
|
Grasping my first weapon |
|
As a protector |
|
Wearing my armor |
|
Swollen with pride |
|
Having the initiative |
|
Without insight |
|
Training will be an aid |
|
And debriefing ensues |
|
Intelligence will serve us well |
|
But nothing could ever truly prepare |
|
This is what we dread |
|
Strategy ripped from my mind in cold blood |
|
Replaced with mere survival |
|
What have I become |
|
But I have not yet begun to fight |
|
And I will not be deterred |
