Dark clouds looming over us
Stern, sullen faces all around
As we crouch in the mud
We're all thinking the same
This could be our last day

Never ending gunfire echoing in my ears
I grip my rifle tightly and close my eyes
I think of my family; I cannot die
I feel the cold air on my cheeks
My lips are dry, my palms are sweaty

We've been down here for hours now
My head is burning, ears ringing
There is no escape
We are prisoners of our own country
Im going crazy down here

This night just drags on
No one dares move
Till the sergeant signals
When dawn comes
We must fight.