Another Poem from LCDR Roberto J. Prinselaar Titled simply Combat.
Combat
Roaring noises
Screaming voices
Metal flying
There and here
Eyes are burning
Guts are churning
Men are fighting
Full of fear
Guns are smoking
Lungs are choking
Through it all
Godawful smell
I hear crying
Men are dying
I'm alive
But I'm in hell
By LCDR Roberto J. Prinselaar
Submitted by Sarge
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