Our Hill

Dawn breaks, we sneak.
Matt and Marcos close behind.
Sergeant beside me, he slows.
We follow suit, my gut begins to wind.

Our nerves are shattered.
Our friends are lost.
In silence we seek the enemy.
Destroy them at all cost.

Sergeant pulls the pin, nods at us.
As his grenade finds its place in the dark,
the morning's silence is shattered.
Time to make our mark.

We open fire and all hell breaks loose.
Another down, and another.
We all cry as dogs of war.
Killing as many as we can for our fallen brothers.

No commandments on our mind.
We shall kill this day.
Honor our brother in life.
That is our way.

Another enemy falls,
for each of our dead we kill ten more
Another brother falls,
we can't allow them to even the score.

Boys become men
Men become ghosts
The time for battle was now
and we were the gracious host.

For Johnny! For Troy!
We annihilate in thier name.
Then, a buzzing of hot lead.
A machine gun to blame.

Sarge cries out,
"Get that foxhole, boys! They'll kill us all!"
I jump, Marcos jumps
Matt takes a hit, then a fall.

He looks at me, reaches out his hand
The buzzing returns, he's hit to many time to count.
"Boys!" Sarge yells,
"You get up there and take 'em out!

"We've got to secure that hole!"I yell.
Marcos and I outrun the gun.
Bayonets at the ready, we stab and slash.
Secured the weapon, but the fight was not done.

Just a few more left
I wanted the flag, to take the hill!
Pain, I look down. Blood drips from my stomach.
I try to press on, my body doesn't have the will.

I fall, cry out for a medic.
Marcos, he comes to my aid.
I look up in time to see the bullet rip his jaw.
Then, my vision began to fade.

We both lie there motionless.
The bullets recede, the battle is won.
"We did it, Marcos." I grab his hand.
"The mission is done."