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Calls the Master Sergeant
by Dana E BrossardArm Up, Make 'em hot
Calls the Master Sergeant
Loading our magazines
As we pass into the Red Zone.
Eyes Open, Stay Alert
Calls the Master Sergeant
Watching the landscape
As we move through the Red Zone.
Move 'em, Hit 'em
Calls the Master Sergeant
Plowing past traffic
Crossing through the Red Zone.
Heads down, Watch it
Calls the Master Sergeant
Sliding by the underpass
As we exit the Red Zone.
Good Job, Make 'em safe
Calls the Master Sergeant
Dearming our weaponry
As we pass into the Green Zone. 12/29/2004 Author's Note: First Convoy since coming back to Iraq. Thought I should write something.
Posted on 12/29/2004
Copyright © 2025 Dana E Brossard
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 12/29/04 at 02:32 PM though it sends chills through me, to even imagine, I could hear it all, and it's so well told. Good to hear from you, keep safe. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 01/02/05 at 07:37 PM thank the gods for soldiers like you... and thank the gods you have returned from Iraq safely... great piece... blessings... |
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