'Crack', phew that one was close
Don't want too many of those
'Return fire' I give the order
Taking aim, squeezing the trigger
I see him fall and go down
Whilst on his face a puzzled frown
Scan the area for a new target
Give them a fight they'll never foget
'Crack' that's another close call
And still we stand, none did fall
'RPG' I hear the worried shout
Spotted, slotted and taken out
Not much time to think of fear
'Tango down' the next thing I hear
Tasting cordite's bitter pill
Turning fear into thrill
A commanding voice states calmly in my ear
'Mac, take your team, make the Tangos disappear
Hand signals sent and received
'Tangos left' new threat perceived
'You two on me, let's go'
'Flank left and let's show
Them what we really know
Don't fuck with a Royal Marines Commando'