At The Getting Place

Fear in my heart
Twelve gauge ready to go
An ominous noise in the distance
Friend pulling on me

On the road to hell now

Closing my eyes
Another shell ripping flesh
Distorted sounds cascade all around
A ringing in the ears

This could be my last

Slug in my leg
Pain riding up and down
The sun's harsh gaze beckoning
I just might follow

Fate stepped in again

My knee is a mess
And the side's all chewed up
But you don't look too well yourself
Let's savor our breath

Before you tell me where he is