Screaming Eagles

One hundred pound bag for the nightlong drag , feeling the pain but we fight for the flag  , we march and we stop , its the dead of night , we get up keep going till the break of light.. but no its not over , we still have a mission,  body torn down almost critical condition , we reach our objective , our minds in collective , our targets selective , a hive in directive , our assault is effective ,numbers deceptive, for ones we’re protective through deadly perspective , the eagles we flew , moving bodies so blue , of those that we slew , that sick dying hue , if only we knew , the stories were true , we carry on so the bodies aren't you