The Army Marches On
The Army Marches On

Sky H Ainsworth

The army broke camp.
Having stopped the night before, the human troops took down their tents and assembled in formation.
When all was set, the army set off.
"Why do we always camp like this?" asked Kaitlin. "We only march for so long and then we stop before dusk comes."
Bacca smiled at her. "Ah," he said, "an army that cannot defend wherever it is at cannot do anything." He said the last with a high air about him.
"It's like this: Since we are moving in unfamiliar territory and our outriders only travel so far, we have to be sure of no attack during the night. So I learned this trick from long ago that wherever you camp, you dig in and act as if you will defend that spot like a fortress.
"So, we dig a trench and build a palisade around the camp and have sentries atop the palisade and patrols beyond the trench (Caesar/Roman style). It is very effective. Especially for an army this size.

As the army marched on, a marching song was started up. (Each line, to get the full effect, should be repeated by a chorus of men. These are modified from real life songs, or jennies as they are called.)

"Down by the river,
I took a little walk,
Ran into a moogle,
He wanted to talk.
(Chorus)
I kicked him,
Oh!
I punched him,
Ah!
I threw him in the river

I watched him drown.
We don't need no moogle,
Kupoing around.

Down by the river,
I took a little walk.
Ran into a lizar,
He started to talk.
Chorus
I watched him drown.
We don't need no lizar,
Slithering around."

"Hey old soldier,
Shield on my shoulder.
That's the only life for me,
Baron infantry.

Hey old soldier,
Sword under my shoulder.
That's the only life for me,
Doma infantry.

Hey old soldier,
Key on my shoulder.
That's the only life for me,
Magitek infantry.

Hey old soldier,
Book under my shoulder.
That's the only life for you!
Magic troooop."

"I hear the Dragons the comin',
They're flying overhead.
They've come fry the wounded,
They've come eat the dead.

(Chorus)
Dragon--------nnn-----nnnn----nnnnnnnnn
Shoot, shoot, shoot-shoot to kill!
Rangers, rangers, rangerrrrrrrrrsss
Shoot, shoot, shoot-shoot to kill!

My body at the ramparts,
An arrow in his head.
Medic says he's wounded,
But I know that he's dead.
Chorus
I hear the moogles comin',
They're moving up ahead.
They're bragging about screwing us,
Until we our all dead.
Chorus.
The Moogleboars are comin',
Spikes and all.
I'll have to use my sword,
To kill them all.
Chorus
I hear the chocobos comin',
They're flying overhead.
They've come to take the wounded,
They've come to take the dead.
Chorus

The army issued me a long sword, hoorah! hoorah!
The army issued me a long sword, hoorah!!! hoorah!!!
The army issued me a long sword, but I forgot the scabbard, and we'll all
be dead in the summer of '99.
The army issued me a wooden shield, hoorah! hoorah!
The army issued me a wooden shield, hoorah!!! hoorah!!!
The army issued me a wooden shield, but it has no strap so I cannot wield,
and we'll all be dead in the summer of '99.
The army issued me a breastplate, hoorah! hoorah!
The army issued me a breastplate, hoorah!!! hoorah!!!
The army issued me a breastplate, by it has too much weight, and we'll all
be dead in the summer of '99.
The army issued me a ten foot spear, hoorah! hoorah!
The army issued me a ten foot spear, hoorah!!! hoorah!!!
The army issued me a ten foot spear, but I lost it in a mire, and we'll
all be dead in the summer of '99.
The army issued me flowing cloak, hoorah! hoorah!
The army issued me a flowing cloak, hoorah!!! hoorah!!!
The army issued me a flowing cloak, but they used it to make rope, and
we'll all be dead in the summer of '99."

(Hope you guys like these. Just don't show them to anyone in the army. They may hunt me down and kill me for disgracing their songs.)