Walk off, Walk through, Walk on! (Marching Song of the Conscript)

When your Day of Leave is over and when all is done and said,
And you face uncertain futures with the certainty of dread,
Keep your rifle at your side and keep your helmet on your head:
Walk off, walk through, walk on! Walk beside the Walking Wounded;
Dwell not that you may be soon dead;
Leave the fallen for the Moon, dead:
Walk off, walk through, walk on! When the fight breaks in around you in a former peaceful zone,
And you're lost and separated and you're frightened and alone,
Find the place the road is clearest with the fewest scraps of bone:
Walk off, walk through, walk on! Walk beside the Walking Wounded;
Dwell not that you may be soon dead;
Leave the fallen for the Moon, dead:
Walk off, walk through, walk on! When the air is dust and screaming and the blood is all around,
And you're trapped beneath a wall that's pinned your tendons to the ground,
Lift your sabre, grit your teeth and let the noise obscure the sound:
Walk off, walk through, walk on! Walk beside the Walking Wounded;
Dwell not that you may be soon dead;
Leave the fallen for the Moon, dead:
Walk off, walk through, walk on! When the fights are finally done once you've forgotten how to smile,
But the peace is quiet enough to hear the screams trapped in your bile,
Pull your coat across your scars and walk another one more mile:
Walk off, walk through, walk on! Walk beside the Walking Wounded;
Dwell not that you may be soon dead;
Leave the fallen for the Moon, dead:
Walk off, walk through, walk on! And when all support has failed and every strategy's been tried,
Every hope and will is lost and every loved one left or died,
Put your rifle to your head and leave your helmet at your side:
Walk off, walk through, walk on! Yes, you'll leave the Walking Wounded,
As her family and platoon did.
Still, until you're finally through 'n' dead:
Walk off, walk through, walk on! Walk off, walk through, walk on!