A Soldier's Riddle

[Shakeepuddn 5]

Soldiers march all in a row

Through field, the part they play they know.

Soldiers black, soldiers tall

Across the fruited plain they crawl.

Grinning wide, standing firm,

Your ego safe they will confirm.

Scrape the dead, part the waves

They will not break, these soldiers brave.

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[Wilson 14]

Spoiler

A comb?

 

[Shakeepuddn 5]

ALRIGHT!  That will be enough of that!  I thought this would at least challenge the mighty Wilson.  Hmm.  Back to the drawing board.