Using stick guns, they shoot each other 'til dark
Laughing with every tumble and "hit"
They pull walkie-talkies from their kit
Whispering plans of attack and victory
Coat hangers launch water balloon artillery
In a land far away, men crouch in a doorway
Seeking shelter from bullets' spray
Biting lips so they don't make a sound
Meeting eyes as they glance around
Drawing strength from friends- no, brothers
Who know them better than any others
They know each others' wives and kids' names;
Their favorite foods, books, and games
And though they do their jobs with pride
They wish they could be home tonight
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