by Rob Sanders
When you’re cold and alone
On the dark side of night,
You’re lying on rocks
Shivering – cold or fright?
The mortars are booming
across the valley below,
And you’re thankful.
Snap Snap as rounds whizz past.
Snap snap as rounds pass close.
Crack crack the rounds start on rock.
You hunch down still deeper
try to keep the watch.
Boom, Boom
And you’re thankful.
Now it’s done, it’s gone
It’s all over now.
Someone is dead,
And someone is not.
Nothing is left, but
The pain and the blood,
Nothing is left, but
The night and the gun.
And you’re thankful.
This first appeared in The Havok Journal on March 27, 2015.
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