Boom Boom Boom
The mortars are far away
But getting closer
Have to get my squad to the LZ
Bo-crack Boom Boom
The trees all around us are falling
Have to move
Get to another cover-point
They're all around us
"Head shots"
And That's the last thing that my corporal
Ever said because they gunned him down
"Fire At Will"
I yell trying to get my squad out
Smell the gunpowder from my gun
But watch my target drop
It all go's quiet
Too quiet
"MORTAR'S, RUN!"
Boom Boom boom
My squad starts to fire at planes going past
"Wait, those are ours"
Feel hope returning
An Evac helicopter
"Incoming enemy aircraft"
No No no
Watch in horror as our planes get shot down one by one
Wonder if anymore of my friends died
"Alright, we gotta keep moving"
Turn around just in time to see
My rear guard get gutted
With fear and pain in his eyes
"We're Surrounded, take up firing positions"
Lay down to minimize the target
Raise my M16 and tear out a throat
With the combat knife
And see the same fear and pain
From my rearguards eyes
Then the shooting stops
turn my head and see whats left of my squad
It's just me and two more now
And I hear them mounting for another attack
"let's get away from here"
I whisper, trying not to look at my medics corpse
But have to and see
Half his head is gone
Turn around and get up
See a flag in the distance
Use the binoculars
"We have flag raised over the field
Let's get over there"
Feel hope rushing through my veins anew
Get up and run for HQ
See it still standing
But slow down as the sounds come to meet us
It sounds like Americans
But did we get prisoners?
Or are WE the prisoners
Using hand signals
Tell my squad to go forth quietly
Slowly go down the hill in the dark
Find the General
Approach him from behind
"General, are you OK?" I whispered
And felt relief when he said
"Welcome home Soldiers"
Then he turned around
"Where's the rest of your squad"
Turn around to see them dead
And look down to see another horror
A knife point sticking from my chest
Turn around and see the general smiling
"I tried to get you out of here"
He turns back to his coffee
So he doesn't notice when I pull the pin
"Goodbye, traitor" BOOM
Author notes
Written August 2nd, 2006
A contest entry
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dude that would totally make an awesome moment in a movie! sweet
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thank you for entering in this poem into my contest I enjoyed it
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very well writen I enjoyed the detail
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excellent
Wqrm this is quite some poem. It is so full of imagery one can feel themselves right in the midst of the battle. It is a little long but then how long is a battle? I notice a couple of typo's: In the 3rd stanza you spelled their it s/ they're for they are all around us. Then in thelin Motars Run, put a comma between the two words. also in the last stanza where you pull the pin, i should be I. this is an excellent job of writing a battle. Keep up the good work. -
I liked the ending, but there is to much in the middle, it kind of makes it boreing, but it's really nice how it is put together, everything happening mostly at once.. yet so far apart.
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amazing
woah, that was really sad, it made me cry...like idk but i saw what you were writing in my head...=/
GOOD job!
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