Crouching down, I'm foxhole bound,
crawling forward I seen it, its around.
I ducked my head, while covering one eye,
as soon as the enemies flare lit up the night sky.
Machine gun bullets quickly sprayed my above,
tracer rounds intertwining, making lead love.
The flare fizzled out, tracers rounds did cease,
enemy listening for anything, the slightest peep.
Continue my crawl, edge...
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