Two men walked side by side
Through the mud
And through the blood
They marched
And marched
And marched
The only sound was a click
And a groan
As one of the men fell
The other watched his friend fall
Helpless
Useless
He picked up the body
And carried it back
The boss would want to see it
The man was calm
He was used to it
He was used to watching his friends die
He was used to being helpless
He was used To being useless
He knew he would lose this man too
It was either that
Or he would lose himself