I glance nervously back and forth
And back and forth
Waiting for the final signal
My time is now
Adrenaline fires through my veins
The war begins
The massive mob surges forward
Into battle
Dozens fall in the heat of day
Across streams, fields,
Through dense forests, and up steep hills
We still march on
Senses are no longer distinct
Fatigue takes hold
But a new feeling awakens
A sense of hope
As the finish draws ever near
I fill with strength
Exerting everything I have
Until the end
Until pain retreats from my body
And takes with it
My final trace of consciousness