When you engage
in close quarters combat,
it ain't pretty,
it ain't nothing like Hollywood.
The blood looks more real,
the screams sound more anguished,
the smoke smells diesel.
Things move rapidly
in slow motion,
hand signals lead the way.
If you have to use your bayonet,
it ain't like slicing up a watermelon,
there's real bone in there.
And if you waste a second
staring into their lifeless eyes,
the haunting memory
will last you a lifetime.