Hurriedly walking where we don't wish to go
to meet forces we have no wish to know
Rifles loaded, flesh baking
furthermore with each step-taking
Tiny sounds make us unwary
hating the burden that we carry
Whish-Whish
Whish-Whish
Grass blades beneath us
scream in dying fuss
steathily though we be
can't stop their melody
Marching onward
onward marching
oppressive heat
mouths parching
foreheads damp
sweaty brows
near enemy camp
no stopping now
forward marching
bodies arching
up hill
down hill
Still!
sssshhhh
we listen
Rattttattatttatttttatttattat!
