Rhymes With Orange

Through the muck and the mud, they ran with vigor,
To please the sergeant, who tried hard not to snicker.
For laughing was frowned up in that grim camp,
Where Wolf, Fox and Alex found themselves at.

For days it rained harshly down on their heads,
Water leaked through the roof, soaking into their beds.
They camped under cloudy skies, in temperatures so cold,
That icicles formed, under Snake's very nose.

'I could be home now', Alex thought with regret,
If only he hadn't bent under that threat.
For while losing Ian, hadn't broken him yet,
He wasn't indestructible, or at all permanent.

This was proven true, when Wolf pushed too far,
Just to later find himself ran over by Alex's car.