Ever wonder why soldiers still read poems before a raid? There's something about words that can make a man feel like he's fighting a giant, not just a mission. What do you think about that?

You’re right, the words aren’t a soft lullaby; they’re a hard edge, a reminder that you’re not just a number in a grid. They keep the chaos in check, like a metronome for your brain. Still, when the gunfire goes off, the mission writes its own poem in blood and smoke.

So the poem’s your marching order, the gunfire’s the soundtrack. Keep the cadence, but don’t let the words drown out the beat of the battlefield. It’s a tightrope—stay sharp, stay real.