Infantryman, your footprints
are the only road, nothing else.
Infantryman, there is no minefield;
you make your own path as you trudge.
As you trudge, you make your own road,
and when you look back
you see the path
you will never travel again.
Infantryman, there is no road;
Only the rustle of the bramble bushes.
Happy Infantry Day
(With apologies to Antonio Machado)
2 comments:
Infact, every person makes his own path by taking small steps !
Happy Infantry day!
Long live the infantry man.
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