Waiting

In their uniform of faded blue.
They sit hunched over waiting,
By the fire waiting for the call.
The call to arms is what they wait.
Waiting to march into battle,
Not knowing when their time to die may come.
They wait by the fire feeling its warmth for a while.
Talking with comrades and writing letters home.
Trying not to think of times ahead.
Soldiers in their uniform of faded blue
Sit waiting, waiting to go into battle.
Not knowing when their time to die may come.

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