The Bad Boys of Company B
We are the heart breakers
And the beer drinkers
The trouble makers
And the life takers
We bust our ass all day
We like to fight all night
We hail from everywhere
From the east coast to the west coast
We might take a toke
But it's no joke
When the enemy is in sight, we don't hesitate
We squeeze the trigger to our delight
Tracers ripping into the night
It must be a huge fire fight
The overwhelming urge to break and run
The paralyzing instinct to freeze or hide
The flares are popping overhead
The shadows are dancing on the ground
As we ramble on down the trail
The bullets streaking through the air
In the distance sickening sounds
The deadened thump of mortar rounds
Shouts of in-coming and everyone running
Nowhere to run to and nowhere to hide
You just might live to see another day
For this time it's do or die
Makes me want to yell : Ooo Rah! lol My dad was a Marine and a proud one at that. This makes me think of how it must have been for him. They called him "Monty" in his unit for his last name Montanez. Thanks for sharing this, it made me smile. :-)
ReplyDeleteJaime so glad you enjoyed it and it made you smile and think about your father.
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