Train to Win not Fall
Always is the pain and horror of war
No different from all generations before
Nor changed is the bible of self-preservation for all
Still the battle cry screamed at recruits “train to win; not fall’
Our military is now under fire from politically correct fools
For them, war’s a game where they ignore proven rules
Such amateurs cannot read past lessons, even in bright light
Besides, far better with heads in the sand to appease, not fight
A curse on Canberra’s recruit quotas to please a few
No matter who, selecting on merit is what you must do
Common sense demands soldiers who are the best
The smartest soldier from any quota may not pass the final test
Special badges and pandering to some is now a space age trend
However, if you seek unity, it’s a dangerous message to send
In war it’s all about the team facing danger together
Obeying Gods with chevrons despite fear, hunger, thirst, or weather
Unity and mateship are the keys.
Mid gore, blood, and mud, there’s no time for diversity
On the Field of Mars, soldiers will be required to risk all
Always going forward if “all for one and one for all” is the call
Combat is the ultimate test for discipline and caring for each other
Where the best of the best become true sisters and brothers
Forget quotas and rules for “them and us” at the starting gate
War is “horses for courses” where all must carry the same weight
George Mansford ©October 2017
