It was deadly,
forever cold,
freezing
way up
inside the Hindu Kush,
but after some time,
we'd become experts,
would find a spot
with a perfect
field of view,
without bushes.

Darkness would settle
& we sport NVG's,
searching
the avenues
below.

Who knew country boys
full of **** & vinegar,
like us,
would end up
in a granite-nest
like this?

Buzzer, Rock, & me
sat in the
most excellent
of **** zones
way above the treeline,
whispering about
trivial *******
which meant nada.

We would hold our breath
when we heard movement,
the slightest pebble roll.
Tracers pinpointed
the cause
creating blood trails
with no bodies,
because they always
took the dead
by dawn.