Did a little duster

The star fell in a brush not to far
from where we left her head

Thinking backward my jaw is so mechanical

I inhaled in Iraq and before they could say
"Incoming"

I was on my ass in front of the tube

Full room staring at me

Bomb alarm sounding outside the door

Where was my platoon

Was anybody dead

Dragged with my head still spinning in delusion
I finally make it to formation

"All accounted for sir"

"Go to your rooms Marines, hit the rack
and keep your heads down"

"AYE Staff Sergeant"

"Dude lets go to the rec. center, bring that can for the walk"

"Alright, hey I got more rounds today"

"No shit? Lets shoot that fucker we saw last night peekin' over the wire"

07/22/2008

Posted on 07/23/2008
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