AT TIMES IN WAR, ONE'S FUTURE IS A DISCRETE NUMBER......
Last Clip Ever since the first Army, From the beginning of discipline, A soldier followed his leader, Through hell and back, then farther, If there was a mission, and means to do it, But if abandoned was he, survive he must, Now when the fighting is intense, Enemy triumph, ringing in from all sides, Resupply none, last chopper burning, Captain is dead, the LT gone, Gunny is history, mates are down, Ammo gone, save last clip, 27 rounds, no more, no less, A life span measured in minutes at most,... Sign in to see full entry.