Gather all your strength, for the battle
Must go on,
We march until our socks turn red,
Singing out happy song.
We brave, courageous few, how happy
We are to serve,
So share a prayer before we leave,
Perhaps never to return.
A day will come when the end is near,
And all shan't be in vain,
The mangled remains we leave behind
Get washed out in the rain.
Where not a trace is there to find, know
That we were here,
Our whispers are caught by the wind,
Making our presence clear.
