Lord help me stand upon my two feet 
  My gray clad enemies I must go and meet 
As the morning sun rises in the East 
I must attack the Third Reich beast 
We eat cold rations,A breakfast feast 
And go to where our front lines meet 

A whistle blows,we leave our holes and form a skirmish line 
 And then the Captain gives us the forward sign. 
 With ready arms we cross the muddy fields 
The morning breeze our only body shield 
  Now the scream of incoming shells makes  us yield 
Now we know our fate is sealed. 

 There is nothing in front of the Infantry 
Except our gray clad enemy. 
Behind us towering plumes of smoke and fire 
Artillery fire that makes our souls cower 
Screaming shell splinters cover us in a molten fire 
And bloody bodies form a ghastly bower. 

Up ahead a machine begins to fire 
As we crawl through the muck and mire. 
And those horrible mortar shells whistle down 
Searching for victims huddled on the ground. 
We made a mistake, we should have found 
Another less open way to go around. 

In his trench's we can see him grin 
Laughing at the shape he has us in. 
If we don't get help we shall soon expire 
We can't lay here under this deadly fire, 
To go forward we must crawl through their wire 
And rush their trench's make them retire. 

Now our shells scream through the morning air 
And great holes in the enemy lines exposes their lair. 
their screams of terror fill our hearts with delight 
Now we know they will not stand and fight. 
Behind our  shells we crawl forward to a ghastly sight 
Gray clad blood soaked enemy in the morning sunlight. 

This is a how the Infantry crosses no mans land 
Each day at dawn the walk has been planned. 
Regiment orders us to go and find away 
To make the Third Reich soldiers pay. 
And each dawn as we face the awfull day 
Our comrades dead body's in blood soaked agony lay. 
 
~Elmer Ake~