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Fear - Inside the Wire |
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Sing a song of barbwire fences,
Things could go awry;
See the nervous GIs,
Hoping not to die.
Crouched
behind the sand bags
Fighting off the dread;
Praying
that the sunrise
Won't find us cold and dead.
Monsoon season's started,
Skies are wet and grey;
Won't be no sky-borne cavalry
Coming to save this day.
Tighten up the pucker string,
Throttle back the fear,
Tingling senses tell you,
Charlie's creeping near.
Mouth is just a little dry,
Jaws are clenched and
tight;
Even hardcore atheist
Pray for morning light...
And something more
Than mortal help
To see us
through the night. |
By
Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2005, Revised 2006
Listed
January 25, 2011 |
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