DESERT STORM

Bombs fell like rain on the targets below.
  Tracers illuminated the night sky with a holiday glow.
Missiles like thunder, like lightening; hear the shrieking shrill,
 Of destruction, of the dying...God, I feel a cold chill.


Are we ready?   I pray so, because, the war is a go:
 And we watch the horror on a television show.
This is real...It's actually happening.  Someone's dying right now.
 So many young men and women.  God protect them somehow.


Mr. Secretary said -- "We'd fight 10 days or so, that
 No one could withstand such a mighty, mighty blow."
The infidel replied, "surrender--never--not ever!"
 We'll fight, if we must, forever and ever...


Can we comprehend the difference of the eastern mind set?
 Never forgotten hostility, trilling we'll get you yet...
Could it last a generation?  Will our grandchildren say...
 January 16, '91 ... Yes, it started that day.