Nom De Guerre

Translated from the Slovakian I enlisted with the god of second chances Knowing my chances were second to none. I surrendered my soul and my passport When I entered my new life’s routine In service to the colors of France. I’d pledged my honor and fidelity, Or whatever romantic sh*te was required, When I’d earned my coveted ticket For the train ride from Marseilles to Toulouse. A sheep that's learned to fill itself on meat. The training was tough, but the treatment humane. Not like the nonsense portrayed in the movies. But I was prepared to march or die On the day I was given my name, Vojak Bojovnik, Légion étrangère. THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR DIEN BIEN PHU