The men stumbled in the cold, br Mud filled trenches. br Ole sarge paces watching. br Where are our orders why haven't we moved yet? br br He looks at his watch the glass cracked br The sky brightens as night is cast aside by br Artillery fire br Like a fireworks display he saw as a lad br br He prays as the trench shudders and mud ripples br The very earth feels as if mighty machineries br Pound her like some malleable metal. br Where are our orders why haven't we moved yet? br br Darkness descends the soil rises to meet him br Painfully awareness returns br Then silence br Artillery stops br Snow falls. br br Men look In surprise br Open food rations br No battle for us today.