Sub-1

The first night was O so bloody!
We had travelled through roads so muddy,
and had arrived with thoughts so foggy,
my subordinate was a man of the world,
with a cheerful and boisterous countenance,
but I thought this to be fake,for his dreams were not of the sword,
a smile still lay across his lips when we found him in the morn'
plowed through by an enemy's  ruthless gun.
This is my second night with the cavalry,
we journeyed through trees and mire,
and under skies fair and bleak,
and I feel I cannot bear the lull,even with my grecian lyre,
perchance these sounds are choked within me
for i bear a discordant tone.
This is my third night with the calvary
a joyless star found me through the trees
I'm told i'm the lucky one, such is the humor
for I've been assigned to THAT unit,
where no man survives a week
So Anne, if  ever there's a fourth night
it would be to say good bye.