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CONTACT FRONT

Contact, contact front,
drop your packs,
run like hell
from the twisting track,
hearts all thumping
jellied knees,
watch that bloke
behind those trees,
chuck us a belt
of ammo mate,
don't stuff around
it'll be too late,
run and roll
dive and crawl,
watering eyes
in cordite's pall,
fluttering bowels
God I'm scared,
at least it's a feeling
mutually shared,
take a deep breath
shoot low and fast,
this is no bloody game
it could mean death,
it's just reaction
shaking like that,
watch for movement
and men in black,
careful aim
steady those hands,
don't want to bleed
on their bloody land,
grenades' flat crack
it's all done,
so grab your packs
and hot barrelled guns,
a good job boys
that flanking attack,
we killed them all
those buggers in black.

John A. Moller
Whiskey Two Company RNZIR

 

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