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."