So Tired

Tired to the bone.
Sick to the death.
Tired of leading men,
Shouting loud, fighting till their last breath.
Attacking, defending.
We die, slowly.
The unlucky get to sleep and fight again,
The lucky…
Die.
In this cold empty landscape, a blizzard blows,
Determined to take who they can with it,
As it slows and stops.
Thousands of heart beats
Working together
To fulfil the aims
Of someone they have never met
But they, we, fight.
Against the blizzard
Against the foe
Against common sense.