Nice prose Keith, good tribute to the real action as well.
Phil and I knocked up a counterpoem to give the other perspective

By Allah's will, the light of day we sat upon the hill,
the silence broke, from southern crest the enemy did spill.
We packed up our belongings and then did wonder why
the infidel had come so far to watch our children die.
We blew the horn, calling brave and old to take up arms against them
the children and the women cried for fear of losing their men.
The infidel marched ever on towards Musa Quleh
those already maimed by them were moved into the cellar.
Our precious place our holy place we defended with our lives,
lest the evil infidel should look upon our wives.
Our sons of god our warriors, fought vainly to the last,
then Musa Quleh was lost, their victory all too fast.
The Hammer of Mohammed spat fury upon their ranks,
it's just as well they didn't turn up with them all riding tanks.
The enemy hid from us, ignoring those they slew,
we spied on them and watched as they set about their "brew".
Their tactics were superior, of their kit we had much envy,
but by Mohammed we feared the most the thing they did call "NV".
We fought and died, we vainly tried to save our Musa Qulah,
the building they did occupy, the home of the camel seller.
Oh, and cheers to all for a fun weekend.