The unit is riding in the military truck
Telling stories of how they killed a buck
Then a road side bomb explodes
The soldiers read, react, their guns unload
Bullets whiz by, hit here, miss there
Running on adrenalin, still a little scared
The fight is over, the enemy is dead.
Wait, there is one more and he shot me in the head.
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