Trying to sift through the sand

Of my thoughts as it unravels.

Not knowing the time of night

Or the country I'm in each day.

Soldiers marching to a sergeants call,

Keep in step, he would yell.

All this marching for nothing,

As we road most of the way.

Foot soldiers will disagree

And they have cause to do so.

We combat Engineers didn't,

But we did do some walking too.

Our job was specific.

Remove the bombs or traps,

And don't get yourself killed

And others with you.

Danger was ever present,

As our enemy always had new tricks.

And some of us died but saved others,

When the method was discovered.

Worked under enemy fire

But could not fire back.

Too busy working on a bridge

So an Army could pass through.

Carried a rifle that never fired,

It was always too far away.

Had to rely on the infantry

For fire power to save the day.

Combat Engineers were a happy lot,

Not an nerve in their bones.

Some called us crazy

Walking through a mine field.

But we got the job done,

As tanks and soldiers

Got to pass by safely,

Headed for the front.

We were just a few steps

Behind them, ready to do our job.

Maybe we were a little crazy,

But the job had to be done.