We're the Battling Bastards of Benghazi,
no fame, no glory, no paparazzi.
Just a fiery death in a blazing hell,
defending the country we loved so well.
It wasn't our job, but we answered the call,
fought to the consulate, 'n scaled th' wall.
We pulled twenty countrymen from the jaws of fate,
led them to safety, 'n stood at th' gate.
Just two of us, 'n foe by th' score,
but we stood fast to bar th' door.
We called for reinforcement, but were denied,
so we fought, 'n we fought, 'n we fought, 'n we died.
We gave our all for our Uncle Sam,
'n Obama didn't give a damn.
Just two dead SEALS, who carried the load,
no thanks to us, we were bumps in the road.
Monday, November 05, 2012
Another piece of verse on Benghazi,
and those who fell, over at Smallest Minority: