The snow was black, the rocks were red
The gear was heavy, the gun half empty
The rolling valleys saw your strength
As did we
The winds carry the smell of home
The flavour of chilly, the softness of roti
Your empty plate felt your sorrow
As did we
The bulky bunks feel too cramped
Your bed is cold, your toes colder
The open windows heard your shivers
As did we
The days have turned into warmer nights
Your breath freezes, your heart shouts
Your friend held your hand
As did we
The blood boils against the tyranny of cold
The fingers are iced, the teeth clutters
The radio heard your anguish
As did we
The bullet caresses your beating heart
The gun falls, your vision blurs
The border heard your last breath
As did we