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