Through the darkness, they saw the foe.
With people screaming all around them, they ran, crawled, and rolled.
They stop for a second, a second only they pause.
Memories of loved ones, get played threw their minds.
With hope their kids, would grow up with a father.
Of hope their wives, would know how much they cared.
Precious memories interrupted, from the sound of hate and power.
There was no time to think, no time to wait, they had to strike.
No time for worries, they had to fight fight fight.
By PaigeDeveltere
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