Foxholes are soldiers' graves,
Thinking that makes you behave now,
You might believe that it can all end now.
Comrades begin to go insane,
Praying they don't get a bullet in the brain.
War has changed your fascination,
Reality here is like an assassination.
Semper fi makes us think we will not die,
Hoping that God will reply.
Us soldiers sitting side by side,
All dressed up and ready to cry,
Picturing our families smiling,
Then the hearts start amplifying.