Familiar terrain as the enemy draws near

Bow strings pull touching our brow

Waiting to see the pant from their charge

This will determine who lives and who dies

Here they come hollering their battle cry

Knees tremble has the line starts to wavier

The sergeant at arms yells, “steady your aim

if you miss you’ll be using your fist!”

Our leader behind us destroying our fear

As we take aim waiting with our quiver.