well i decided to write somethin about me bein over here in Iraq......just what really happens when adrenline and fear mix together in most cases......enjoy


some of it u might not understand so ill break down the termanoogy real quick

Apache = helicopter
Flak Vest = body armor
K-Pod = helmet
Eye Pro = short for eye protection
D-Bag = short for duffle bag


Riot control mission, whole lotta anger//
Flak vest, K-Pod, whole lotta danger//
Eye pro, M4 whole lotta strangers//
7 Magazines and a round in the chamber//
3 Frag grenades//
Knee pads, ski mask, and a D Bag stashed away//
……1 prayer before the fightin commences//
“O Heavenly Father please heighten my senses”//
“Enlight my defenses and guard every friend of me”//
“And guide these rounds to the heart of my enemy”//
“Give me the power and strength to slay them”//
“I pray to u in Jesus name……Amen”//
Loaded two 3 man teams in the trunk//
Of a machine soundin like a banshee in the dust//
Usin the eyes of 2 Apaches in the front//
Embracin my tactics and not believin in luck//
Arrive in the gritty city, the opposite pretty//
I pity any committee livin in this vicinity//
Cursed with a poverty rate of infinity//
Lackin the entity of the holy Trinity, the shyt sickening//
Looked at the ground preparin for its tombs//
From the people of a modernized America in ruins//
As the stench of corruption hits my nose//
Blood rushes to my heart, nerves clench my bones//
Bodys warm like I put my coat on//
Heart beatin, but like the Navy SEALs…..
…….Im SOCOM//
Only one objective, seek and engage//
Ramp drops like beasts bein released from its cage//
War cries echo from the three man teams//
12 boots trample the earth like a Stampede//
Rally pointed reached, but the crowd gets calmer//
Silence then out walks a suicide bomber//
6 weapons raise and the crowd dispersed//
Two options for demise semi or burst//
Hes one step away, from feelin the wrath of a bullet//
Brain tells trigger finger... “pull it”//
Eyes gettin bigger, my eyes on the figure//
Thru my front sight, slight pressure applied to the trigger//
…..The bolt action receives the command//
From the trigger squeeze, yes it receives but it jams//
False alarm, scratch that, click clack//
Still aimin NW of his six pack//
Response recieved from the bolt mechanism//
In a split second, driven//
Forward, like a space shuttle lift off, u can expect ignition//
From the round, no time to get the hell out like exorcism//
Shell extracted, sudden explosion, the rounds emotion//
Ready to split u, its the round of Moses//
Its tip like an arrow, guided thru a narrow//
Path, slidin thru the walls of the carbine barrel//
The suppressor holds its simplest flare//
Crack, as the sound waves ripple the air//
The round divorces the rifle//
Velocity so fast, its like the tower u cant get an Eiffel//
……Trajectory travels thru still wind//
Rips thru the air pressure assumin a drill spin//
Impacts the flesh once it slaps his chest//
Hands over his heart like hes tryin to catch his breath//
Heat released from the wound hes bleedin from//
Eyes slowly close till he no longer sees the sun//
The deed is done, the mind of a warrior thinks//
And at that time the eyes of a Warrior blink…….//