Clockwork

The clock is ticking The hands are turning His heart is racing His mind is hurting Around the ground his eyes do pace Cannot believe what he's about to face Feeling weak Legs are shaking hands clasped tight The prayer he's making Checks his watch 14:06 Only four more minutes Until the show begins He grabs his cross, gun, the letter to his wife To let her know How much she's missed A final prayer A command to go He jumps from the copter Into the war zone He fires his gun His life at stake For the few, the proud The U.S.A