Hell on Earth

On the front line I serve

Three Afghanistan tours in

Starting to lose my nerve

As my head begins to spin

They watch us like wolves

 In the dead of night

And they are upon us like devils

In the daylight

My mouth is dry

My voice is hoarse

As we fight in the desert

With all our force

So now I am weary

Tired of this fight

Some of my friends killed

This is not right

I watch my ‘oppo’s’ back

As he watches mine

As we wander deep

Within the enemy line

All is quiet

All is still

But not the type

That is tranquil

For we all know

From experience past

The Taliban will show

With an almighty blast