Silent Night,
Cold winds softly blow.
Soft sand crunches,
As the Humvees roll.
Into the Silent Night,
Into the Valley of Death.
A flare sparks,
A loud sound screeches in the night.
The Humvees stop.
Bright orange light,
Shouts of Pain follows,
Then all is quiet.
Cold Night,
In the Valley of Death,
The Humvees stop.
Silent Night.
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 5:26 PM UTC
Silent Night,
Cold winds softly blow.
Soft sand crunches,
As the Humvees roll.
Into the Silent Night,
Into the Valley of Death.
A flare sparks,
A loud sound screeches in the night.
The Humvees stop.
Bright orange light,
Shouts of Pain follows,
Then all is quiet.
Cold Night,
In the Valley of Death,
The Humvees stop.
Silent Night.
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