After Thomas Hardy
When we left for Fallujah town,
A thousand miles abroad,
The dust was on the road,
And flarelight lit the desert round
When we left for Fallujah town
A thousand miles abroad.
What we would bring Fallujah town
While we should soldier there
No mullah could declare,
Nor did the commandant write down
What we would bring Fallujah town
While we should soldier there.
When we drove from Fallujah town
With murder in our eyes,
All marked with mute surmise
Each frozen stare and somber frown,
When we drove from Fallujah town
With murder in our eyes.
--
Stephen Moran
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