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So Marine engineers were building this new road out to the east of Sangin City. They were getting blown up and ambushed weekly and losing Marines.
I remember it at nighttime, The never ending blows, The yelling and the blasting, And the far-off, distant glows.
Tears fell from his deep set brown eyes, he screamed though not in agony. This was a scream of relief.
Dusty old man with his trousers, torn, Sits on the steps of the church , forlorn, The pain on his face matches the cut on his wrist, Where it looks like a watch, once may have exist, His shirt...
They stare at me, those empty beds, but then I can't bare to look back; instead, content In mind to gaze away, averting sore, Salt-ruddy orbs, I'm ignoring the pain: The lance-like thrust invading my...
#remembrance I crouch inside this muddy trench. Death is a disease. I'm clouded by smoke With a feeling of unease. I hear a scream. A cry. A plea. But none of this Reaches me.
Confined inside my wheeled chair, The ghosts of friends surround me, Gunshots, screaming, cannon fire, The echoes still confound me.
For Remembrance Day- Why. Why are we fighting. Why are we killing. Why are we dying. Murderers Is that how we're proclaimed.
She woke with a start Oh god no not this again Reality and fantasy she could not part The nightmares were back, here again.
Please don't read if you are offended by the F word. Yes you maybe fucked up in many ways. But that shouldn't mean you lock yourself away. Yes you may have the nightmares to.
A dream....or was it a memory...played out in my head. Both were teeming with darkness present days. The scene was dark and bleak.
My back is sore,. My limbs are shaking,. In this war,. I'll continue waking,. Death day by day,. And the pain in their eyes,. Making my way,. As the others still die,. Sweaty palms,.
(An old Opuss I deleted) I never sleep anymore, Because when I do I wake in an awful sweat. And the last thing I have heard is screams of good men gone dead.
Gone ... are the fatigues Gone ... is the d.u.s.t Gone ... are the rifles Gone is the Trust Gone ... is the power Gone ... is the need Gone are HIS children Gone ... is the greed Gone ...
It was a long day, that day The same as every other The stars shone bright and cold And we were all quiet as mice We knew what was to come soon We all knew what would happen The events to come...
Memories they burn me I served my country well. I made it out of a nightmare only to find myself in hell. So many regrets, so much blood upon my hands.
(just to note, I wrote this as a point of view from straight after WW1) Violent delights, End in violent terms, Peace is achieved with the battle of guns. With or without honour.
My get up and go, Just got up and went. I had some this morning, But now its just spent. A sign of my age some of you say, Two fingers. Up yours. I've the devil to pay.
Embankment nights are cold and dark A chill is in the air Shining faces flecked with rain Reflect the streetlights glare.
“Welcome home, soldier,” called a voice in the dark, 30 years late to a 50 year old man. Once he was golden with the promise of youth, til his country sent him off to foreign land.
The suns very powerful rays beamed through the trees and leaves, still dificult to see the sky but the sun relentlessly shone through, all the glows of the different greens from all the surrounding...
Skipped school Would'nt listen. Pointed fingers Names sticking. Loser Non mover Low life With a pocket knife. Long days making short stacks Cash in hand Evading tax. No prospects Devils reject.
He rolled one up, then kicked back in the sunshine. The night before had certainly been a "fun time". "Nice one Sarge", the first voice said.
We landed first in the honeymoon period. Intimate nights, no ghosts to be afraid of. Only after that time had gone Could I rebuild the place where it had all gone wrong.