He marches on,on ground far from home.
She marches along side,
There is nowhere to hide.
They patrol on a wing and a prayer
Dusty,musty,wearily they go
Through the village,
And down the road;past ragged children teary.
Suddenly, a blast ahead!
Someone stepped ...got IED'd
She says to the Khaki by her side,
"I hope he's not dead"
Luckily, they were several yards away-
They live...to fight another day.
By KenK. Chartrand January 31 (2012)