Thursday, February 11, 2016

Reports Denied

The beach wet and cold
the men ran and so did I
we knew what to do
the plans were made
laid out within our heads
we ran guns in hand
we fought the movements
in the trees, heard the sound
bursting in the air
we shot at anything there
we had to, it was duty
an obligation they said
we did good 
so many were dead
we were proud
we were scared
we were powerful
we had control
the landing a success
we did it, did it good
then came a crashing
a hidden patrol
dropping us one by one
bombs, fire, guns
we were losing
where was our backing
our mother at sea
to help with anything
there was no escape
the headlines at eight
"Landing reports denied."

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