The Patrol
Walking along country roads
Eyes darting left and right
Stand up, kneel down
Hearts pounding at every sound
Dogs barking in the distance
Animals moving in the fields
Radios crackling in your ears
Hands sweating upon your gun
Alert, alert, man down, man down
Cries the voice in the radio
Adrenaline rushes in your body
As you wait for more reports
Rushing through fields
Charging across streams
Bushes and fences jumped
Need to get there quick
Bodly lying on the ground
Blood rolling down the road
Checking for breathing
Hoping your not too late
Nothing left to do
Another soldier gone
Another innocent victim
of another pointless war
Dave Emmerson
