Battle Without Honor or Humility
The red night skies
were lit by the fires of war.
They sat there;
Not knowing what awaits.
They waited in the APC.
Tensions flared, nerves racked
as they moved forth
through the bullet barrage.
The explosions, metal and fire;
all at work together.
They waited in silence
in the Armored Personnel Carrier.
They waited.
Their hands clamped on their rifles;
palms sweaty, drumming heartbeats.
In full alert they waited.
The doors opened and one fell.
Another followed and it had started,
it had begun, it was war.
One life didn’t matter,
the nation counted on them.
The orders were clear.
Kill, kill, kill;
without compassion or mercy.
It has to be done.
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