On Patrol


An eerie calm among the men
Equipment and rifles checked on patrol again
Out the gate, and down the road
Praying to God, no IEDs explode
Another patrol in a place we shouldn't be
We fight so this countries people can be free
Bullets ricochet off the truck like hitting a tin can
Soldiers run and hit the sands
Machine guns fire with a loud and angry roar
Weapons keep firing more and more
Air support firing from over head
Loud explosions vibrate the ground
There is too much bloodshed
An eerie calm on the battlefield
So much destruction and death my eyes I shield
Equipment and rifles check, time to reload
Walk down the road, back on patrol




Poetry by ternic2005
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Written on 2016-11-08 at 20:20

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