A 96B tells me of the red list,
seems there's more info on the way.
Watch for a white car with orange bumbers,
stopping every frickin' taxi in sight!

People gathering around every check point,
is he a friend? Is she a foe?
That old man babbling about something,
where is my translator at now?

Pasting posters: Wanted Dead or Alive,
bringing them in is priority.
Of course, they all look the same,
when they wear rags on their heads.

Neighbor sells out his landlord,
pointing out all the weapons in his room.
Grabs the reward, grabs a weapon,
let the body armor soak up the rounds.

Yet another piece of information,
found a large IED in the road.
While we were out there checking it,
the real one goes off from under the Humvee.

Watch husbands treat their wives like shit,
watch them beat their kids around.
Saw a twelve-year old hit his sister with a rock,
just to grab a MRE.

Hear the Imam's calling over the speaker,
sun setting on the mosque this day.
Muslims on rugs, bowwing down towards the Rock,
the only true peace we'll see.

Another mosque needs to be checked,
seems that Imam likes to make bombs.
Can't go in to check it out though,
even though they are firing at us.

05/06/2005

Author's Note: HumInt = Human Intelligence

Posted on 05/07/2005
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