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Incoming rockets Falling Down Down Down To the US Army Barracks Where they Pound Pound Pound And the people scared and screaming From the Sound Sound Sound Of the BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Are running Round Round Round Some people started yelling HIT THE GOUND! GROUND! GROUND! But for some it was too late They looked like Cheap Ground Round We answered in like kind And bombed the Town Town Town Until the smoke had cleared And bodies could be Found Found Found When the fight was over They gave the All             Clear                          Sound So we all went back to bed So we could Lay Back Down
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Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
A Pucker Factor of Zero
Incoming rockets Falling Down Down Down To the US Army Barracks Where they Pound Pound Pound And the people scared and screaming From the Sound Sound Sound Of the BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Are running Round Round Round Some people started yelling HIT THE GOUND! GROUND! GROUND! But for some it was too late They looked like Cheap Ground Round We answered in like kind And bombed the Town Town Town Until the smoke had cleared And bodies could be Found Found Found When the fight was over They gave the All             Clear                          Sound So we all went back to bed So we could Lay Back Down
This is an attempt at trying something new, not sure what yet. I do that from time to time so don’t beat me up too badly. It is a poem written about an actual artillery strike that happened at Taji AB in early 2011. We received 54 rounds of 107mm rockets and 80mm mortars in 30 minutes directly to the living area across from the medevac helipad. Our paladins (155mm artillery units) returned fire until the barrage stopped and after the accountability and casualty reports were done there was nothing for us to do but go back to bed. Another scar, another day in the life…
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Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
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