This day dawns and i grab my rifle,
Following into battle with my team.
Grappling in my mind with mass toil and triffle,
I emit Drill seargent Do our shoes still have to gleam?
The pace is fast and my heart pounds,
8 soldiers in a line, 5 Rows Down,
And simontaeniously their feet hit the ground.
And constant pressure kept forcing its way around.
The only spectacle of life in our hands,
Unsure of the outcome and hoping...
Just hoping to meet our countries demands.
I embrace fear as i hear a horse gallopping.
As I gather this strange danger,
I bolt my head to the right,
And react to the stranger,
From the words he said he was looking to fight.
While tangled in conversation i heard a boom,
5 of my brothers...
5 family members had met their doom.
because of the shrapnel they would die soon.
But on they press into the dusk,
Because taking this camp has no option,
It is a complete must!
A whistle of bullets invigorate me inside.
Three soldiers drop and,
it truly downsizees my pride.
Thinking that could have been me,
Would they tell my bride?!?
Then in an instant Half the platoon is gone...
as that rocket sang but a mutanous song,
And deep inside i knew We were wrong.
And there are not too many left; so not that long.
Im already Cocked Locked and ready to fire,
many bullets left in my chamber,
Ready to expire...
But will the outcome be me as a retainer..
Three left to cause mass destruction,
the trio of stealth with a perfectionists' aim.
Our bullets will rip through that anonymous construction.
And finally the enemy will be beat at its game.
We snipe the outpost the looker and gaurds,
they fell to our mercy;
and they fell hard.
The bullets wiz thru so harsh and so piercing.
As the leader i kick in the door,
Take out the armed and control the others.
Told them nicely to get down on the floor.
Their faces were grim because there went their brothers.
Swallowed in pain we supress them in ropes,
Find the men that had been held against their will.
And unhand them from this enemies' spill.
they want their wrath another fine kill.
As they walk thru and declare their post.
The three of you may have Lived...
But 37 are forever Lost.