The Legend Of The Lost Platoon
There's this story of this lost Army platoon
Some brutal animals, a lot of them clowns lead by a utter buffoon
A crazy bunch of men armed to the T
Bound to each other never to be free
Wild bunch they would rape, pillage, and rape
If they wanted to do harm to you, you couldn't escape
Legend has it that even though they were degenerates they could fight
They were feared alright
They say they wouldn't die no matter the odds
During the battle field the didn't act like men, more like gods
When there was no action they would just wander around looking for a fight
They would never stop walking, stalking, and slaying all day and all night
Legend has it they had no souls
They would weep when the fire fight lulls
To this very day people are still haunted
It was fifty years ago today and they still feel as if they are being hunted
What a sight it must have been to see them in action
In fear people would fight back but death would be the only reaction
They say the roamed the land for years before they just disappeared
Just one day up and gone it's all so weird
The theory is they went back to hell to have a better challenge, says the local elders
Of course who knows what happened to 2nd platoon Bravo company Hellraisers
By Bobby J Evans
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