Good wars break out in the summer,
There is no more convenient and wonderful time than this to go into battles,
It’s hot outside, and you don’t need to remember to take a sweater,
The roads are clear to sight, and there is no sinking into the mud.

Between one or two assault volleys, you can catch some sun,
Taking pictures with the scenery on the armored vehicles, preferably with some smoke in the background,
Anemone fields in the valley, an avenue of eucalyptus greens on a ridge,
Flocks of birds migrate south, amid assault sorties and missile barrages.

Pillars of smoke on the horizon point to successes,
Here, we destroyed an ammunition bunker, and there we leveled a headquarters,
The tactical vest hurts the back of the neck and the trigger at the fingertips,
At the next stop, we will call home to update the wife.

The weather is favorable, and every operational order is carried out,
The enemy looks defeated through binoculars,
A move here, a flanking there, and another crushing blow,
This war, also, we shall win without any losses.