The sun rising over
The mountains afar
As we walked through
Heavy tall grass
Our heavy bags
Upon our backs
Just as I had imagined
Pa wore his bag in the war,
I looked back to see
Smoke rising in the distance
We had come so far
Since early this morning
When we left camp
The thought of my cot
Sounded great, sleep was all
I wanted at this point
I walked on packing
My gun, no one could see me,
I imagined I was at war
With a uniform and black
Smeared under my eyes
Finally, we had made it over
The giant hill that lay
In front of us for hours
I opened my binoculars to see
Over the ridge, spotting
Any movement I could
Slowly I brought the call
To my mouth, it got closer
I heard a loud boom.
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