Crouched in the hull
designed for me
I sweat through my soul
through grinding teeth.

The approaching crowds raise
black symbol arms
marching towards my tank
the fevered jargon swarms.

Trigger squeezing rage-mine
unleashed on company 3
still red field of armbands
the remnants were the sea.

German kids ate chocolate
smiled,waved,denied
that father lye in field
that vision had just died.

Home I returned to quick
Tank attached still
I hide in hollow hull
and tally up the kill.

66 years pass on
sitting beside me
Listening to my story
tales intertwined eternally.

Eyes pass wisdom on
through shared wavelengths
can't deny the memories in
our isloation tanks.

03/22/2011