The Hell We Patrol
Dedicated To: Christopher Martinez
Down a darken street so narrow, lies a passage of deep deception
Lurking beneath the broken windows, with death behind each blacken shadow
I feel a fear creeping over me, as I walk thru this wretched land
My fellow soldiers, walk beside me, with their rifles tightly held
We’ll search this town as duty calls us, to find an enemy that hides so well
An order is given to advance, towards a point upon a map
Oh, how I hate this town, the city they call Baghdad
I say a prayer as we trek forward, a call to God, forms in my heart
Please dear Lord protect these soldiers from the deadly traps prevailing
In this Godforsaken town, the city they call Baghdad
Soon I hear the sound of bullets, streaming past my GI helmet
I searched to find a spot to shield me, I turned to see my fellow soldiers face the same ordeal
I looked to see where the gunfire came from
All at once we returned the fire, towards the shattered building, across the pebbled street
Soon a silence filled the air, no more gunfire came our way
I looked to see if harm be felled us, thank you Lord, no blood was shed
Once again we resumed our march and soon we reached the point we seek
Now we can return to base, to rest our weary bones
And hope that God does hear our prayers
For tomorrow is another day, in this hatred hell of fate, the city they call Baghdad