Awakened halfway through basic training  To find that no you'd never volunteered  Impressed by the conduct of your elders  Desertion can't be entertained   Yet, anyway    Issued neither sword nor uniform  Just the regulation acorn CPU  To water and prune   As was shown to you  Once it's taken root    And you  Whether accident or souvenir  You're here this is it  You'd better get used to it  We've made a place for you just you  You'll do you'll have to    Just like that you're thrown into combat  Your comrades are falling by your side  By chance if your column advances  And your mission has slipped your mind  That's by design    Without 9 number strings   Of base ten digits  Or n rolls of an icosahexahedron  They're addressed to you  But anyone's will do  They're all identical  Read in full:    "Dear accident or souvenir  You're here this is it   You'd better get used to it  We are counting on you: one, two...  You'll do you'll have to"    Braced for impact   When you meet your contact  In the prearranged spot  To pool dossiers  Wondering all the way  With no enemy  Must we conscript any more?    We'll soldier on  We'll soldier on  Marching along  Marching along  We'll soldier on  We'll soldier on