Trudging through mud and water in the trenches around Marinka
I live in a trench
Fighting in the east
Beating back Russian beasts
Holding the line against Orcs
Snarling at the door
35 degrees Fahrenheit
Pouring down rain
Knee-deep water in my trench
Living life insane
Artillery strikes
Hours on end
Terrify, then numb
I stub out my cigarette
Grab a stick of gum
Artillery means infantry is moving
Got to keep them in our sight
You want to curl up in fear
But you’ve got to stand and fight
Some men’s eyes blaze too alive, others grey and dull
Peacetime courage is one thing, but in combat truly shown
You never know who’ll rise above, be leaders in the pinch
A skinny kid with energy, an old man with a limp
Ukrainians know what we’re fighting for
And we care for each other, too
We hear Orcs on the radio
They’re blinded and confused
Wagner mercenary Russian soldiers
Show their fighting chops
By sending waves across the fields
Our artillery cleans their clock
Zombie-like they never stop
But guess what, neither will I
Ukrainians hold this line, by God
Cross it and you’ll die
Waipahu Bob 