As we cheered to the new year,
That was supposed be the start of gear,
But Alas! we were embraced by an unwelcoming fear,
Fear of mingling, for not to shed tears,
...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.