Hold on! O'Mighty Sergeant,
What you deserve is naught,
The Death of a Coward,
Nor should your tears become,
Humorous affair among your subordinates..
What you deserve is naught,
The Death of a Coward,
Nor should your tears become,
Humorous affair among your subordinates..
The one who killed your son,
Was naught your enemy personal,
What drove him to the deed,
Was the service towards his country.
He too, Like you,Is a patriot;
He too, Like you, Loves his children;
He too, Like you, adores his wife;
He too, Like any soldier,
Fights to protect his motherland.
He too, Like you, Loves his children;
He too, Like you, adores his wife;
He too, Like any soldier,
Fights to protect his motherland.
Then, why should he be blamed;
For the misdeed ,
That is considered an honour,
In his own Country.
For the misdeed ,
That is considered an honour,
In his own Country.
When.. all that war gives To the petty soldier,
Is the Barbarous bloodshed,
Each one fighting in the battleground,
Is bound to meet the same extremity.
Is the Barbarous bloodshed,
Each one fighting in the battleground,
Is bound to meet the same extremity.
Have you naught been taught,
To battle till the last breath ,
Have you naught been disciplined enough,
To train your Heart to be as hard as a rock.
To battle till the last breath ,
Have you naught been disciplined enough,
To train your Heart to be as hard as a rock.
Your duty is to fight,
In harsh war rigors,
In harsh war rigors,
Let the emotions naught dilute your ardour.
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