Ernie Smiling Hawk

INCOMING

Screams of INCOMING and explosions pierce the still night air
Disparate cries of MEDIC, MEDIC, fill my heart with despair

With helmet and flack vest I try to make myself small
As flashes of exploding rounds dance on bunker wall

Out of the darkness come trembling words spoken in fright
Yeah man, we own the day, but Charlie owns the f**king night!

Author’s Note: Dedicated to those who learned to hate seeing the sun go down