A Night in Bagdad
Evening comes. We're up, ready to rock.
Tonight, we roll, into the city, avoiding IED's.
Armor we don, praying we'll take it off ourselves, later.
The enemy we seek we call are called insurgents.
Our loved ones flash before our eyes and thoughts
Their love and hope to see them again, rule our mission.
Load up, check the HumVee's packing list
As we go to a place we'd rather miss.
Down the road so far from the base,
Take out the target, back, the rest to case.
Success tonight, no fire, no shots at all.
Meantime we live again, to chat, surf and call.
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