Before the Battle

In a room made of logs and wood,  
With giant windows, at which, at one point, each one stood,  
As they entered,  
Bewildered, at the life ahead of them in exchange for all they had surrendered.  

By the entrance, lies the health kit locker,  
Not far from the corner,  
Where, up on the walls,  
Posters, with all their scrawls.  
 
As I stand here in the base,  
I see many a face,  
The battle-worn, the weary,  
And the downright crazy.  
 
Many faces, of all different clothes, hairstyles and colors, beards and...hats?  
I see men armed to the teeth with rocket launchers, banoliers of grenades, and bats,  
Some with shovels, some with swords,  
Some with names, full of random, and/or not-so-kind-words.  
 
Dancing,  
Drinking,  
feasting,  
Sandvichs, Dalokohs Bars, and Fishcakes,  
Behind us now, are all our successes and mistakes.  
 
Sitting on his bale of hay,  
His banjo, the Engineer does play,  
A conga line is formed to the music,  
As some play rock-paper-scissors, and some dance a jig.  
 
Scouts trade their hats, and get out their Bonk Sodas,  
Some of the Demolition specialists, switch to Medic class,  
Some Heavy Weapons specialists and Snipers, ready their weapons,  
As some Spies, try outing others as Spies, with wild accusations.  
 
Everyone gets in their last bit of revelry,  
Psyching up their psyche,  
Before the battle ahead,  
Hopefully, upon their shoulders, is a good head.  
 
Soldiers, rocket jumping throughout the base,  
To see them flying about the battlefield also, is quite commonplace.  
Through the window, is a view quite exemplary,  
A jungle, where soon, will be fighting, each mercenary.  
 
'Round and 'round they go, arm in arm, they dance,  
If it's in a circle, then why do they call it a "square dance"?  
My mind begins to wander,  
Until jolted back into reality, by the voice of the annoucer....  
 
"Five," we get in position in front of the door,  
"Four," ready for a battle once more,  
"Three," weapons in our hands,  
"Two," the consequences for our coming actions, each one silently conveys, and understands.  
 
 
"One...begin!"  
Now, it's too late to turn back, too late to be chicken,  
Brandishing our weapons, ready for the brawl,  
Ready to settle this war...once and for all....