A rucksack on my back, <br />With automatic rifle at the ready. <br />Waiting for the next attack, <br />Steady Comrades, steady. <br />Bayonets are fixed, <br />Hand grenades placed ready. <br />Our feelings are mixed, <br />Steady Comrades, steady. <br />Flares light up the night sky, <br />All hell breaks loose we are ready, <br />We know that many will die, <br />Steady Comrades, steady. <br />Should I be one of the first to fall? <br />Let all know that I was ready. <br />Hear once again my call, <br />Steady Comrades, steady.<br /><br />Bernard Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/steady-comrades-steady/
