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light through the window,
     fight sayin lets go
   buckle up the headgear, helmet and all;
       hear me through the radio
             of war.

    feet moving to the proving grounds,
  fire a round-
   or three
                silence-
          not a sound

                             CRACK

       through the visor, head jerking higher;
recoil from a .2 round-
                  soldiers shouting
        "GET DOWN"
     shuffling on the ground amidst muffling shells
and baffling noises straight from hell.

           "incoming!"
the radio blares;
        moonlight glares on dead men's faces,
  as team mates misplace ammunition cases.
     screaming
             cant find it!?
  as we scramble like flies not quite ready to die,
                          i hope you lie

  pinned under crossfire, the shells
thunder down; the heavens hailing bullets
at failing bodies
           flailing
             in the shrapnel storm.

and then she came, from the clouds through the rain
           and morphine coated pain, 20 megatons
  of red white and blue flying straight and true
              into the heat of battle,
     to beat the conquered and wipe my face clean (off),
so that it seems theres no one left
        to report the theft
             of lives at fault,
                who lost it all
                     in war.



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