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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 2:14 am
The Soldier:
They told us that we weren't going over for long; the incredible lie in action. I've spent twenty six months in that desert and away from Sophia. Stop loss. My grandfather was in 'Nam, and he used to tell stories of Charlie, the enemy. We don't have a name for them over here. "Get moving Marines, we don't got all day to die" and we'd wake up to that. My Sergeant was a lunatic, I saw him gun down an innocent child with a water pistol. "Will we get a wall?" Jose asked me once, two seconds before Incoming Fire. Sometimes at night when the air is cool I hear his voice in my head; I never got to answer him. Sophia left me a year ago, told me "I can't do this anymore" and married a Jody. The Tempo of War has become a two-bit shuffle, and we're all weary of dancing.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 7:51 pm
o.o Wow, that is some kickass freeverse poetry there. Very wistful and sad, I think. Really felt it.
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