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Marched into a foreign land,

Against numbers inconceivable.

The capabilities of man,

Witness horrors unspeakable.

Descending stone,

Hail from trebuchets.

Draw the bow,

Arrows rain.

March against a foreign man,

Courage overcome with deceit.

Fed to wolves as if lambs,

Blood deters all hope and belief.

Severing bone,

Carnage inhumane.

To return home,

Most never will again..

Whilst duty grants no retreat nor favour,

Capitulate - For death’s the only victor.