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Black Hawk Down
I sit in the Black Hawk and calmly wait,
I grab the rope and slide down to the ground,
Where death is waiting and I have a date,
I hit the dirt and my boots start to pound,
I rush to my teammates and we move out.
The dirt near me is blinding and flying,
I run to my objective without doubt,
I can hear screams of men who are dying.
Suddenly dirt kicks up and we all duck,
Bullets scream past me and then they are gone,
They are shooting at me without much luck,
Then there are explosions - something is wrong.
The radio rumbles and I must frown,
Because I hear "We have a Black Hawk Down."
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