[Sun] 27 Dec (Midwinter night)

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[Sun] 27 Dec (Midwinter night)

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The midwinter night is harsh and cold,
And the stars in it glimmer and glow.
All are asleep in the lonely camp
Deep under midnight's snow.
The Moon walks along its silent way,
Shining on tents in disarray,
Shining above the lake.
The commissar, though, is awake.

Gray is his cap, upon his head,
And gray the hair below.
He watches on from within the shed
Out at the moonlight's glow.
He watches the woods, as snowy pines
Blend in the dark with foxhole lines,
And his thoughts shift again
to his 18 fighting men.

Scratching his head beneath his cap
His thoughts refuse to clear.
So he decides to make a lap
'Round the perimeter.
He paces the dugouts, trenches and tents,
Surveys their content of malcontents
- All asleep, snoring hard.
So much for posting guard.

He checks the tank yard, and sees the crew
Sleeping like logs on the deck.
The tracks were thrown off, the turret askew,
The skirts shorn off in the wreck.
Behind him rumbled the ARV,
It's boiling vessel brewing up tea -
The engineers have to make do
Now that the coffee is through.

He went to the dugout, to check the watch
That set themselves up in shade.
Saw both of them sleeping, and stinking of scotch
They took in the checkpoint raid.
Then he thought, hold on, and he looked up
In the pine sat the marksman, holding his cup
The commissar waved hello.
Reliable. Good to know.

At last he went to see the shed
And to check up on the goats.
The troops are all drunkards and want him dead.
The goats, they just want some oats.
He's been keeping goats as long as he knew,
And will be, long after the fighting is through.
And he always brings some hay,
Whatever the others say.

He's known them all, both kid and goat
For as long as goats they had
And worried they're cold without a coat
Like any other comrade.
The rest, all the fighting, was a chore
I mean, why would a peasant go to war?
It's not his first choice, of course,
It's just - you meet force with force.

The midwinter night is harsh and cold
And the stars in it glimmer and glow
All are asleep in the lonely camp
Until the dark must go
The Moon walks along its silent way
Shining on tents in disarray
Shining above the lake.
The commissar, though, is awake.

  • A Cold Day XS
  • Castle Crashers
  • Cloudline XS
  • Vikings
  • Rally PanKav
  • Rally the Skopos Twist
  • Rally Zaros
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