Salute

Through those Gates,
And through those Jaws,
Where Flesh meets Steel,
To the sound of Applause.

TRIUMPH, GLORY, DEATH, or FAME
A way of Life, a simple Game

Surrounded by Eyes,
We make our Stand,
To shed not our Coils,
Upon the Sand.

And should we fall,
We best fall well,
Lest they forget,
Just how we fell.

We are those left,
The resolute few,
We who are about to die,
Salute you!