Top Cover Man

 

That freezing morning he looked so cold,
Baggy uniform and not very old.
This warrior’s day has just begun,
Top cover man and a machinegun.

Top cover man a tough place to be,
Whatever unfolds, he shall see.
But there are moments – it has its time,
As a target he is prime.

Top cover man scans left and right,
His eyes adjust to day and night.
Our safety in his hands, we feel at ease,
His fingers across a trigger tease.

Top cover man he will shout and call,
Tastes the dust and take the fall.
But as you enter safely back into base,
Cast an eye up and thank that smiling cold face.