Oleg Volk
A line in the sand.
The enemy host approached
Beheld the line in the sand
Walked along it without crossing
Deciding what to do next
Dug into chilly foxholes
Defenders awaited onslaught
Their sights set to the distance
At which the enemy paused
As bugles signaled advance
A volley ripped into the ranks
And while the bodies were falling
Lead storm tore at them once again
Checked by effective fire
Invaders retreated in shame
Learning that line in the sand
Was also marker for range
Remember that, would-be tyrants
To boundaries pay some respect
For free men still have their rifles
And wages of evil is death
The enemy host approached
Beheld the line in the sand
Walked along it without crossing
Deciding what to do next
Dug into chilly foxholes
Defenders awaited onslaught
Their sights set to the distance
At which the enemy paused
As bugles signaled advance
A volley ripped into the ranks
And while the bodies were falling
Lead storm tore at them once again
Checked by effective fire
Invaders retreated in shame
Learning that line in the sand
Was also marker for range
Remember that, would-be tyrants
To boundaries pay some respect
For free men still have their rifles
And wages of evil is death
Great Post.
ReplyDeleteYup, not just a line in the sand.
Premeasure your range markers, remember them.
Give those that can flee, time.
Have your life in line what your faith believes in.
Resist....unite
Papa Mike
III
Resist....unite
ReplyDeleteYes. Sir.