The Objective


We moved up the hill

Because our cpt didn't get his fill

This is a terrible place to be 

Everyday we pay a bloody fee


It is bloody hot

We all cook in a helmet pot

Our runner got blown up

I just want to give up


I'm filled with fear

We're almost out of gear

We are a special team

The flags on our shoulder's gleam


We will fight to the end

Our country to defend.

The End

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