The fighting began after hours of waiting In dampness and darkness and cramped in a corner; Ready and willing to move on the order At twenty-two minutes past nine. At twenty-two minutes past nine The message came over the line. Fired in the furnace of self-preservation And cast in the mould of my fathers before me; Out there an ocean so windswept and stormy; I nearly feel really alive. I nearly feel really alive Now the order to go has arrived. No time for thought, and of course none for reason; No calculation for when I am older. The battle is raging and I am the soldier With only a moment to go. With only a moment to go The overtures herald the show. Hardened to face the undreamable frenzy; Thrown on the rapids of true trepidation; Fighting for life with a sense of elation, The orders command and I shall... The orders command and I shall Head on down the can*l. Out in the light in one moment of glory; Drowned in a sea where to win is surviving; Choked on the welcoming dust, my arriving Affirms my position and worth... Affirms my position and worth... Affirms my position and worth...