Nobody Told Me Anything
Nobody from command radioed me,
nobody sent an encrypted sat signal thru
My superiors data downloaded me nothing,
I received not one order on what next to do
Lowly grunts like me don’t decide on their own;
take actions into our drone hands,
and formulate an alternative plan
That’s for the shoulder bars and stars up top to do,
us bottom-of-the-boot grunts we just follow orders thru
Us ground dirt dogs do what the top cats tell us to do,
being bottom of the military food chain, this ain’t nothing new
Make it so, as the captain would say —
we set the gears in motion,
put the strategic plan in play
But after the parachute drop
behind enemy lines,
we had a major snafu
Encountered unforseen resistance
that we didn’t anticipate to find
We got shredded to pieces, cut down ...
so many secret mission soldiers dead on the ground
Every CO caught a bullet ride to the grave;
and the few of us still alive,
don’t know how the mission’s gonna be saved
Now I can’t raise anybody on the horn,
only dead air silence is coming thru
Nobody told me anything,
in a situation this desperate what to do
We’re low on ammo,
we’re low on food
Mutiny is about to set in,
so what’s a grunt, thrust in command,
supposed to do?
I try to act brave, order the men to forge ahead —
tell ‘em lets get the job done
But, I can sense they don’t have suicide eyes,
and at the first chance they’re gonna run
Nobody told me anything,
no one showed me what to do
When there’s an act of desertion,
do I warn first or do I shoot?
On this one way mission, come nightfall,
we’ll reach our target when we go over the hill
Can’t carry into battle wounded, coward deserters,
so my survival instincts says, I have to shoot to kill
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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