A MOMENT
Halt —I have a feeling
The enemy is ahead,
Take up a fighting position,
My ruck must now be shed
Filthy and wet and weary
Put all out of my mind
Sharply focus my attention
On the tasks I've been assigned.
Trembling, shirking, joking,
No longer have a place,
All my senses fully tuned,
Fear I must erase
In this instant before battle
Knee sinking in muddy sod
Not knowing fate or future
I share a moment with my God.