At zero four thirty the men aroseTo put on their warmest clothes, Thermals and woolens, boots laced tight,They venture into the dark of night. Orange and plaids, worn on First Day,Protect these men in a visual way. Protein bars and thermos containers,One empty bottle, all no-brainers. Rifle and ammo fully secured;Men trod silently, never speaking a word. They climb inside each hidden space;Looking for sign; cold on face....