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In a nameless place on a clear, blue day,
Death comes stalking, wearing blue and Gray.
Hometown boys, nervous as cats.
The fear was there, their first combat.
It happened quickly, this fight over space.
Neither side giving, wanting this place.
Orders given, guns charged, lines of men drawn straight.
Hammers cocked, eyes to sights, shots from a rifle expressing hate.
The fight is joined with a roar of sound.
Bodies fall, slam to the ground.
Screams and moans as the battle rages.
With all this death; no history pages.
Death takes its toll, the only winner.
The battle’s over, ranks are thinner.
Neither side wins; the troops withdraw.
Each side looks back with awe.
No name for the battle, no medals for the brave.
Their spirit tried, on their hearts they’ll engrave,
The battle with no name.