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Routine village recon

Walking through the square

Talking to the locals

When sirens begin to blare

Armed combat troops

Arriving on their jeeps

Mortar fire rains

Bodies start to heap

Grab the nearest inhabitant

Our unit must survive

Use their bodies as battlements

Anything to stay alive

Use the bleeding bodies

Drive back their attack

Gather the wounded and dying

Body bunker bivouac

Hidden beneath this mound

Feel the rumble of tanks

Hurl the local merchant

Straight toward enemy ranks

He used to sell me cigarettes

Now he's dead and gone

I pumped him full of C4 plastic

A human proximity bomb

You're a fucking meat shield

Barrage of living beings

Some you might call friends

Now they're cannon fodder

Civilian landmine defense

Bullets flying towards us

Must make one last push

Pedestrians absorbing gunfire

Meat shield turns to mush

Victory ensured

A living sacrifice

Bodies put to use for the good of our troops

We will endure

To fight another day

Meat shield villagers now bullet riddled goop