*to hell*
War hell and vitamins
Fed up with waiting for the call
Blades edged so keen
We cut against each other
Boredom rubs us all raw
Ship tosses in the sea
Our landing field on water
Our blessed escape from slaughter
And the planes tucked away
Till signal received to say
Mission action confirmed
Targets assigned for delivery
So much hidden meaning
In words bureaucratically clumsy
To avoid saying blow them all to hell.
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