everything that you thought had meaning
every hope dream or moment of happiness
none of it matters as you lie bleeding
out on the battlefield
none of it changes what a speeding rock
does to a body we all die
but does that mean our lives are
meaningless
does that mean that there was no point
in our being born
would you say that of our slain comrades
what about their lives
were they meaningless

they were not
their memory serves as an example to us all
the courageous fallen the anguish has
fallen their lives have meaning because
we the living refuse to forget them and
as we ride to certain death we trust our
successors to do the same for us because
my soldiers do not buckle or yield when
faced with the cruelty of this world
my soldiers push forward my soldiers
scream out
my soldiers
RAGE


Erwin Smith's Final Speech - My soldiers