Enduring operations without reason or rhyme

Spending months

Humping thru villages

Flooding the valley floor

Trudge and dither

Yon and hither
Chasing Mr. Charles

A faceless person
Amongst a sea of people
With no way to stem the tide

Where age or gender hath no boundary
Uniform aside

Where ordinary folk arise abruptly from the green
To lend death
And then fade into the environment
Never to be seen

And where . . .

I enlist in brethren decree
To dole out vengeance

To the nth degree