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Take pride, men, and know that this is our last stand
Take comfort in the fact it will be remembered across the land
Take solace in the thought that we'll give better than we'll get
And keep in mind our cause when you take your final breath
For we are soldiers born and bred
With one singular thought inside all of our heads
That we fight for the right amongst all of these wrongs
And even though we won't be here, the fight will carry on

As the sky lights up with brimstone and fire
We'll embrace this moment as with no ounce of ire
I'll be the first to admit, though, my trepidation and fear
The anticipation, even so, has me grinning from ear to ear

It's quiet, now, and soon it will begin
The others sit silent, repenting for all of their sins
Our maker, I'm sure, we'll soon meet
Here on these haunted, empty streets
A bang in the distance, air pushed aside
As the bullet sails two feet to my left side
Friend of mine, whom I've long known
Falls face down, unmoving, in the snow

That is the sight that finally makes it sink in
And that is the action signalling for the slaughter to begin

In the heat of the fray, my nerves are shot
And time seems to be moving all but naught
Someone falls to the right of me, a face I don't recognize
Enemy or foe I can't shake off those lifeless eyes
And as motion begins again
I realize this is the end

As the sky lights up with brimstone and fire
We'll embrace this moment as with no ounce of ire
I'll be the first to admit, though, my trepidation and fear
The anticipation, even so, has me grinning from ear to ear

The last thing I notice as I look towards the sky
My final seconds ticking steadily by
Is that I never knew how vibrant the moon could be
Or how the cold could be reassuring

As the sky fades back to black
And as the last of the bodies go slack
I think of my initial reservations and fear
Then find myself grinning from ear to ear

James was right: It's better to laugh in the face of death than cower in its presence.