They march slowly in long serpentine rows
lathered up with stinging sweat and bitter
vengeance upon their weary minds paying no
mind to the savage and cruel horrors of war
that they are about to face and step off
with hearts set upon breaking men and ravaging
bodies not caring that they fall mortally
wounded in crumpled,grotesque heaps upon the
bloody battlefield amidst the sizzling hail of
musket balls and bone crushing canister shot.
Donavon Scott Vinson