An ode to PS2's first year. Through the patches, through the bugs, through the battles, through the nerfs, through the whining, through the good times, through the bad times, through the year. We still fight: They stand, but do not stand alone Away from safety, far from home Across the fields, the ice, the sand From front line to no man's land While others fall and drift away They still fight another day The season's turn and they remain Through all the triumph and the pain Through Zurvan's sun and Ymir's snow By the light of tracers glow They all bleed ceaselessly again And fight to victory obtain They fall again, yet they return Mercy fades and vengeance burns To take the hill, the goal, the pride Into endless fire they still stride Across land and air they heed the call They die and never fear at all Urged on by Higby, Krohn and Smed To kill the living and forget the dead
