Fort Frank Brooke

I LAY JUST INSIDE THE PICKETT LINE
SUPINE
EYES UPON STARRY SKIES
FOG EMITTING FROM MY MOUTH
WITH EACH BREATH OF WINTRY DEW
FROST FALLS ABOUT ME HERE
AND CLOAKS THE GROUND
AROUND AND FIRE LIGHTS
FLICKER FROM FALLEN PINES
INLINE DANCING FLAMES
REACH INTO THE COLD
NIGHT AS I WAIT TO 
FIGHT ANOTHER DAY
HERE IN THIS FORGOTTEN LAND
OF SAND AND SWAMP AND PALMS
ALMS FROM THE NORTH 
EACH OF US WHO LAY
AMONG THESE SANDY HILLS
CHILLS RUNNING THROUGH 
THIS MORTAL SOUL
SAVAGE BANDS FROM THIS
LAND ROAM
OVER TRAILS LONG KNOWN
TO THEIR KIND
HERE WE MUST REPINE
FOR THAT TIME
TILL ALL IS WELL
AND SAVAGE FOE
HAS LET GO
OF HIS EARTHLY BOSOM
SEVERED FROM THE WOMB
AND CAST ON A 
FOREIGN SOIL

Soldiers marching traditional civil war military sounds music and effects . Many soldiers singing at same time fiddle