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You walk along the sidewalk here,
and see the bunkers lying near;
the sight you see is somewhat stunning,
and then you hear feet a-running;
as someone yells “INCOMING”.
Some land near, some far away,
it happens anytime, night or day;
the raucous roar of rounds that burst,
always seems closer than the first;
although you pray against the worst.
Then thoughts turn to child and wife,
or someone dear, in a different life;
you’re glad that they don’t have to see,
the life that you live endlessly;
fighting just to keep them free.
Cpl Terry Pinkerton, 3d Mar, 68-69