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Artillary
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Created on 2-18-07
To a target deep embedded,
Our forward observers are headed.
Over the radio I get their position,
For years I train for this condition.
Their position I plot on my chart,
Withdrawing information to strike their heart.
With data sent to the gun,
My part is done.
As the cannons rumble,
The targets morale takes a tumble.
With rounds in route,
Great fear does sprout.
I hear sounds of a great impact,
Not one thing is left intact.
As the dust settles,
I earn my medals.
PFC MILLER
Aug. 12th, 2003
Please Login to post comments| On May 2nd 2007 babyblue187954 Said : | |
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I agree |
| On April 25th 2007 lambofgod66 Said : | |
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Great way of telling your story i take it thats your MOS. |
