I remember the nights,
too dark to use the sights.
All you can do is pray,
then pull the trigger and spray.
Suddenly light from a flare,
the garish, wavering light, nothing compares.
A semi-circle of muzzle flashes,
the horrific and resounding crashes,
then the light fades,
your ambush made.
For a few moments you "stand by",
seems an eternaty listening to moans and cries.
Then a few move up for a body count and gather intel.
The blood, the shit and the puke, I'll never forget that smell.
Time to saddle up and quietly move out.
One goes first as a scout.
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nice
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Adrenaline moves one anxiously down the page, and the last line, a sobering, cold slap to the face, snapping the head back slightly as the eyes widen in their gaze.....a past reality seen upon the page. Recognition.....a most powerful thing.
Hope you soon find the land/dwelling/atmosphere & light that.....suits you and that you find all that for which you had been searching.......
Love & Blessings,
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~ Janet ~ ~
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How terrible for you, may you find peace in knowing most of us care...thanks for serving...mary
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Very graphic...my grandfather fought in Korea at the Chozin Reservoir and 2 tours in Vietnam...major props for this most profound poem.
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another name was added to the wall on memorial day did you know?
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Sounds like all the reports my oldest brother gave me from Nam.If I'd have been a man I would have been drafted, as was I joined the Navy after I got out of HighSchool. 73/77
Thanks for serving.
Cheryl
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