Timothy Kao

No Regrets


3. 2. 1. You’re out the plane
3. 2. 1. Your parachute deploys
Bullets whizzing by, bullets grazing by.
The night sky’s no different from the morning,
Lit up with tracers and fire.
Voices are drowned out by cries of pain and explosions.
Left and right, men are dying.
Once your feet touch the ground,
With your fingers on the trigger,
You unleash hell and let loose your fury.
1. 2. 3. Bullets out the barrel.
1. 2. 3. Soldiers fall to the ground.
Heart beats racing,
Time slows down,
The difference of life and death lies in your hands.
The Thrill, The Pride, The Glory, The Honor
No regrets is what you have always lived by,
No Regrets.


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