Small Hill
Launch light flashing
Bombs on the way
Fire in the hole
Rockets heading down range
Anything that can be fired
And kill is sent to do the job
That of enemy eradication
The landscape is like the Moon
All vegetation ceases to exist
As does most of the soldiers
They are spread over the landscape
In bloody bits and pieces
They knew what they were
Signing up for before
To be blown to ing bits
This is just one small hill
Remember the warriors
For they own this land
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