Iraqi Knight <br />by Ted L Glines <br /> <br />Blaze the night, rocket grenade, <br />tension and fear on stark parade. <br />Sergeant yells, 'Bogey on your right! ' <br />bright lines of tracers spoiling your sight. <br />Stuttering blinks, concentrated fire, <br />rocket burst makes funeral pyre. <br />Nothing but sweat and cordite stink, <br />rapid fire now, hear the casings click. <br />A slap and a grunt from your brother friend, <br />your buddy's gone; gone to his end. <br />Screams of pain from your far right, <br />death grips the heart of Iraqi Knight. <br />Call in the choppers before it's too late, <br />insurgents screaming a curse of hate. <br />Too long 'til dawn, we die here now, <br />gotta survive but don't know how. <br />Too black to see the bodies go down, <br />as fire meets fire on explosive ground. <br />Heart like a high speed metronome, <br />'Baby, think of me, I'm going home! ' <br />War is hell and that's no lie, <br />Goin out screaming, “Semper Fi! ”<br /><br />Ted L Glines<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/iraqi-knight/
