Recon Mission

A cycle of poems «Mother Russia Is Calling!»

Shadows fall, the wind whispers low
A silent threat, a hidden foe
The intel's thin, the stakes are high
A recon mission, beneath the sky
We move in darkness, unseen, unheard
A team of Russians, a whispered word
Our mission clear, our purpose bold
To gather data, stories untold

Recon, recon, eyes in the night
Peering through darkness, shining a light
On enemy lines, a hidden design
We gather the clues, a tactical sign
Recon, recon, stealth is our creed
Gathering intel, planting the seed
For the fight to come, the battle ahead
Our recon mission, the whispers we spread

Through tangled woods and city's grime
We navigate, inching by time
Cameras click, sensors awake
Scanning the landscape, for danger's sake
Every shadow, every sound
A potential threat, on hostile ground
We gather the pieces, the puzzle's design
To paint a picture, a tactical sign

Recon, recon, eyes in the night
Peering through darkness, shining a light
On enemy lines, a hidden design
We gather the clues, a tactical sign
Recon, recon, stealth is our creed
Gathering intel, planting the seed
For the fight to come, the battle ahead
Our recon mission, the whispers we spread

The risk is real, the danger's near
But duty calls, we must persevere
For every soldier, every life at stake
Our recon mission, for freedom's sake

Recon, recon, eyes in the night
Peering through darkness, shining a light
On enemy lines, a hidden design
We gather the clues, a tactical sign
Recon, recon, stealth is our creed
Gathering intel, planting the seed
For the fight to come, the battle ahead
Our recon mission, the whispers we spread

We fade away, into the night
Our mission complete, our duty bright
The whispers remain, the intel's revealed
Recon complete, the secrets unsealed.