An eerie calm among the men
Equipment and rifles checked on patrol again
Out the gate, and down the road
Praying to God, no IEDs explode
Another patrol in a place we shouldn’t be
We fight so this countries people can be free
Bullets ricochet off the truck like hitting a tin can
Soldiers run and hit the sands
Machine guns fire with a loud and angry roar
Weapons keep firing more and more
Air support firing from over head
Loud explosions vibrate the ground
There is too much bloodshed
An eerie calm on the battlefield
So much destruction and death my eyes I shield
Equipment and rifles check, time to reload
Walk down the road, back on patrol
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Thanks TERESA ~ A day in the life of a Patrol on active duty. WE need to pray for them 24/7. I will let you know how the November 11 Poetry reading goes. Every BLESSING ~ Have you voted yet ? Please check my POEMS ~ Thanks HUGS ~ BRIAN
Thank you Brian I worried about that reading even though I know it will be fine
Wonderful poem! Thank god for those on active duty protecting us. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you Chrissy
It is hard to think of anything more harrying then to be on patrol in a foreign land where you are apt to be attacked at any moment. Thanks.
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