Signal sounds we're on the run, take off in the rising sun. Get a briefing in the air, need to know before we're there. They hit a farmhouse in the night, then ran away before first light. Now we're running on the tracks, mindless of our heavy rucksacks. They are dropping booty on the way, running in the heat of day.
Tracks are easy to follow, in the soft ground through the hollow.
Suddenly a crackling sound, flashes come from all around. Instinct tells you what to do, just keep firing run right through. Turn around head back in, now the firing's getting thin. Some surrender some just run, double tap them now my son. Chopper coming overhead, to gather up those that are dead.