walking in a field of fire, watching a battle so dire, I march through a trench of blood stained grass, no mans land is now mine, battle on says thy commander, tanks for cover, men for sacrifice, all I need sign to charge, because when I charge, I win. sharp pains I ignore, my blood splatters my armor, I do not care, for I will march through summer's harshness towards victory

FTW!!1
this poem could have been longer, didn't feel like it though