“The Combat Squad” a Poem by Robert Jensen
A poem written by Robert Jensen
The Combat Squad
Robert C. Jensen
The word just came down, we are moving out.
We don’t know when or where abouts.
I saw the tanks go into the city,
I didn’t feel or see any pity.
The soldiers were armed and ready to go,
I don’t know why it all looked so slow.
The men went in with guns blazing,
I wasn’t sure why it looked so crazy.
Overhead a gunship flew,
It fired on buildings,
and rocks could be seen strewn.
We moved out to join the company commander,
three vehicles per squad no meander.
As we went into the dark,
we saw where an engagement has its start.
Where it had occurred the vehicles stood,
bullet holes throughout the side and hood.
We ended up on army cots,
we knew the thunder would not stop.
There was not a cloud in the sky,
but the combat squad knew why.