Call of Duty
“Call of Duty”
By Terry Knight
From a C-130
We bail into the night
A covert mission
Prepared to fight
Space so dark
Hand can’t be seen in front of you face
Unaware of your landing
Hearts begin to race
If it the jungle? Is it the dessert
Will we land I the sea
No one knows exactly
Which it will be
Time is essential
You must not miss a beat
Off by even seconds
Death you soon may meet
So why even risk it
Is it worth it all?
Freedom is the answer
Duty is the call
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