Heart beating magazines full adrenaline rush almost ecstatic
Not alone my brothers here, no fear no fear
Silence attacks my ears
Nervous clicking of the safety catches
Glancing to my left Smith smiles nervously thumbs up
To my left Taffy spits and wipes his brow
I’m in good company , the company of men
My mates my pisshead nut cases
Dance Of The Flaming Arsoles
Zulu Warriors
The sons Of Britain
Fix Bayonets
Lets fucking do em!


© Tony McNally

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The killing game, like the foul language its disgusting.

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