On Hole Watch
The night kept coming and there was nothing I could do.
I would be vulnerable, above ground for a time, this I knew.
I would be frightened to my very toes, this was certain too.
If I survived, someone would relieve me, I knew not who.
In the meantime, I would perform my duty, as it was mine to do.
In truth, I was ready as shots were fired and missiles flew,
and I clearly lived to report, dear reader, this dreadful night to you.
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