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These are the ironmen, swooping down from the sky

Touchdown on Shok valley floor, the Taleban have spied

The helicopters leaving, and ready death as welcome

But these are the ironmen, and iron does not die…

March of the Green Berets

Against the tide,

Into the maelstrom

Fire on all sides…

The bullets, grenades

Like an endless wave,

The battle goes on

Like a demon’s rage.

Now John Wayne Walding

His leg’s a wreck

Behr, Ford and Shurer

They’ve all been hit…

March of the Green Berets

Down to the stream

Call in the air strikes

It’s time to leave.

These are the ironmen, lifting up to the sky

Now they’re leaving Nuristan and their toll behind:

One hundred Taleban, two of their own

But they were two ironmen, their souls live on.

Inspired by: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/12/11/AR2008121104080.html