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233. To Baghdad

To Baghdad!  To Baghdad! Was our rallying cry
Our army pushed forward into the desert with young men poised and ready to die
Explosions blossomed like rain upon fields of shrapnel and gore
The sounds of machine gun fire echoed aloud toward the enemy before
We are trained warriors with weapons and machines among the very best
The enemy was equipped with blood and antiques and for them there would be no rest
Genghis Khan would smile at our speed and how we caused devastation
The enemy was given no choice to fight as dying awaited their hesitation
Our bombers flew way above their guns and bombs creating destruction
Fired from a thousand miles away our missiles insured the enemy’s force reduction
Although we encountered some small fights there was nothing to cause worry
Our victory was quite insured to their capital we did hurry
The media called us heroes and said we were the best
We just said we were doing our job so we could return home to get some needed rest
Unlike the past when such invasions took many long years
We entered the city of Baghdad in three weeks amid their citizen’s jeers
So now we guard a country whose only purpose is their oil
It is the most God forsaken place where the heat can make water boil
But we are just soldiers who do what we are told
We just hope to survive this place and to live until we’re quite old


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