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12-27-06, 03:48 PM | #1 | |
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Eyes of A Warrior
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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…….// |
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