Forcing a pen into the hand of your inner author Draft a new chapter In this book called life, you'll have no choice You are taking the tour Of what you're trained for Feeling lost Change of face Conceal the Bitter taste The dust, the death, the dread, the doubt, disease, despair With wide open arms welcome it all For the good of a country to date that has lacked all order We can open doors To a future deemed bleak we're unmasking a potential to soar Make good of this war Embrace the horror One fifty-two reporting for duty sir Light at the Tunnel's end One year of Enduring The dust, the death, the dread, the doubt, disease, despair With wide open arms welcome it all For the good of a country to date that has lacked all order We can open doors To a future deemed bleak we're unmasking a potential to soar Make good of this war One fifty-two reporting for duty sir