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Quiet desert, dust and smoke

Silent wreckage left behind

Ambush ready, no one knows

What we’re facing, what we’ll find

Dry hot weather, slaying sun

Life is cheap we’ve been deceived

Unaware our fate is sealed

Marching to the battlefield

Friendly Fire, What we’re getting

Friendly Fire, Coming fast

Friendly Fire, Hopelessly running

Friendly Fire, desperate escape

Little mistake, wrong coordinates

Predatory rounds on the way

One wrong number, deadly hit

We’ve become the target, now we are the prey