Boots On the Ground: Justice Is Served
Order dispatched from the commander in chief
Send in the men, the mission to be done
To conquer the enemy, long last and due
Proudly they went in, America’s sons
Ever in danger, but alert and on guard
Objective they know and eager to find
Dark in the compound, bare minimum light
Proceeded as instructed with mission defined
The battle, it started as a shot gave off light
No American casualties among the guns sound
Left standing, the sons, objective was met
Well planned execution with boots on the ground
No aerial strike this evening, for sure
As camouflaged men had evened the score
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