Sun is high, heat intensify,
see the heat shimmer from the ground.
Metal hot, time stops,
pass the water all around.

Praying for the sunset...
Praying for the moonrise...
Praying for a chance to rest...

Wheels popped, engines stopped,
running wrecks straight to oblivion.
Armor thick, heat sick,
flesh being cooked off by the sun.

Praying for the temperature drop...
Praying for the sun to stop...
Praying for some A/C...

And the sun burns into my eyes,
kicking the sand from my boots.
Praying for the sun not to shine,
smashing the scorpion with my foot.

Rounds melt, swelter felt,
skin burns to the touch.
Ammo goodbye, sun so high,
spreading the water, we're going dutch.

Praying for the rain...
Praying for the relief...
Praying for the Medivac...

Getting short, mission abort,
Driving on in the desert heat.
Objectives hint, ammo is spent,
bodies strewed on the Iraqi streets.

Praying for the last day...
Praying for the plane ride...
Praying for the flight home...

And the sun burns in my mind,
kicking the sand from my boots.
Making sure no man is left behind,
searching every shifting dune.

06/18/2005

Posted on 06/18/2005
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