Another Day In Quicksand
Looking left,
Looking right,
You see the faces of friends;
Brothers.
Mortars howl,
The tanks low growl,
The high-pitch ringing sounds.
Run on forward,
Through the mud and grime,
Take your battle stance
On the front line.
Say all your prayers
For you have lost today
The world ends for you
On the count of three.
One,
Take head and breathe
Two,
Squeeze softly
Three...
Let this bullet grow your wings.
Copyright © Reese Giroux | Year Posted 2010
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