Bullets Flying

Bullets bullets flying, hitting there targets from afar Blood dripping from a bandage with looks of fear Tiny tiny pellets within, exploding going through helmets Snipers pinning down these hero's, to the ground Liftoff choppers with red cross, yellow smoke seen landing Fifty calibers with tracer bullets red then red, then red Claymore mines with a sign, point toward the enemy C-4 knocking at the door, used to start a camp fire C-rations with four cigarettes and a stick of gum inside P-38 opening cans of food, while the rain moves sideways Punji stick traps, holes under ground hiding VC Thought’s of home Christmas Day While battling for you