Battle

We sit behind this fire
As we joke and laugh
And as we gradually tire
We went to sleep thinking of the wrath

The wrath of war
Soon morning came
And we made our way to the shore
As a slow rain

Began dripping over our heads
The older men grim 
While the young ones excited to see the shore run red
Suddenly a arrow struck the limb 

Of a young man
He cried out in pain
To him I ran
I said goodbye with my voice filled with strain

We won that fight
But with a price
Knowing that some will never see the light
Ever again for fate rolled its dice