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The Last Patrol
The dark night was silent
The pale moon still
On marched the last patrol
On the torn lonely hill
New black boots
Crushing the foreign ground
To Uncle Sam
We all were bound
Every day we lived
Was worse then before
Death drew closer
Pounding down the door
Now in hell
we all do reside
there was no place
for anyone to hide
On through the forest
Our death march carried on
Over the blood stained jungle
From dusk ‘till dawn
Then from our backs
Swift the enemy came
Cutting down life
With unwavering aim
No way to escape
No salvation in sight
“Hold the line!”
And die with a fight
My friends lie near
Knowing death is here
Facing it straight on
There is no illusion of fear
Rolling out of cover
With a cold glare in my eye
I unloaded all my rounds
Igniting the jungle sky
The dark night was silent
The pale moon still
And the last patrol had fallen
On the torn lonely hill
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