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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399033" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On patrol in the African bush</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The LMG was getting heavy and hot<br>in my hands<br>and somehow the H-frame<br>became a part of my shoulders and back<br>and the stinging and unremitting African sun<br>was taking the last moisture out of us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From nowhere some gnats appeared<br>and hang circling, <br>above our heads</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thirst was burning my throat<br>like scraping sandpaper, <br>but we could smell the river<br>and its cold water<br>looked inviting to us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were spread in an attack formation<br>and the squad was armed with<br>two LMG’s, a mortar <br>and R1-assault rifles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The enemy tracks disappeared<br>near to the river<br>and we swerved to comb the banks, <br>to find the crossing point.<br>and we were at our nerves edge<br>and ready for fighting action.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some tiny ripples appeared in the river<br>before the water at the riverside erupted<br>and three menacing happy snapper’s, <br>came fighting mad from the tranquil river.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of the nearest bush<br>an angry young lion rushed, <br>dragging a young gemsbok<br>away from the river.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With snapping jaws three crocodiles, <br>went for the astonished lion.<br>The lion roared in anger<br>and stood its ground, <br>but there were three jaws <br>opening and closing<br>with snapping teeth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We froze and stared astounded<br>and saw the lion<br>tearing away into the bush<br>and the crocodiles dragging the buck<br>into the water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> [References=> LMG=> Light machinegun, R1 rifle=> Similar to Belgian FN-rifle]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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and somehow the H-frame
became a part of my shoulders and back
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From nowhere some gnats appeared
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