Seasons of war(The siberian campaign)

 The sacrificial war
dawn black, first light explosion
sweeps across the frontline
hearing loss and awe

pressing forward and robbing the nemesis
of land and resource
The counter attack an expensive acquisition
of fallen weapons and reinforcements

Nearing the line, attracts bullets and shells
eyes focus in to maim and burn and blitz
Fire creeps across the land
frosts melt and storms form

a strange ambition drips down to the lower ranks
Materializing into the fingers attached to hands
that belong to the field commander