Comfort him as you move on, Soon the sun will be gone. Evening chill is mostly fear, Pleased to have your buddies near. A quick meal is just the thing, To ambush you now move in. Night hours pass so slow, will it happen you'd like to know. So suddenly the quiet is shattered, Claymores worked is all that mattered.
Flares go off to light the ground, Cant really hear the stacatto sound.
T'is now over all is still, Ears straining against their will. Now each minute goes so slow, Till the early morning glow. Time to move the other way, Repeat the task another day. Hope there's no funeral to attend, when will all this madness end. Time to relax you're now at home, Holding your wife and not the phone.