Its been a long evening, the helicopters
Are our angels, as they descended from the sky
Lit with flares and fighter jets and the air
Was pierced by the shouts of men dying
Bearing the flags that were theirs, burning
Those that were not.

Our heroes are laid out now, a number
That is unfortunate and a heavy weight
Which clamps around my heart as I
Salute the coffins and the world, the nation
And the public.

Every day has been the same for weeks,
I walk to the fields where living men fought
Wasting away, in anger, fear, violence
But if the Republic is avenged,
And our people are proud of the bloodlust
Here, so be it.

*Meanwhile, the Corporal whispers,
"Goodnight, Sir"