My cover is just a fallen tree
Kneeling behind it with my gun my knee
The forest destroyed form artillery fire
The only thing left is splinters and wire
A man sprints past
And I take a quick blast
There is not long to wait till the tanks arrive
So we gotta hold out and we've gotta strive
I see my mate Jim make a dash for some colours
A few shots and he's down, like the others
But then over the hill comes the lumbering tanks
I slump to the ground and give god my thanks
By Daniel Morrow
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