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I REMEMBER TEXAS
(October 28th, 1987, USAF Security Policeman Military Working Dog Handler, Airman First Class Steven Michael Faust, was one of four U.S. Air Force personnel killed by terrorists outside Clark Air Base in the Philippines) I remember I don’t want to be here this day I want to remember him - how he was not how he is now. I don’t want that last image impaling me, prevailing over the many I have of his cool cat smile. I still hear his laughter feel his slap on the back - as I chuckle his jokes and antics. We and our dogs together cobras, pythons, spiders, leeches, putrid water young, dedicated, hardcore keepers of the night in front of safety the first to engage. The reports kicked over the radio live and upon my return the hardened stood frozen, crying, weapons dangling my gut cramped, my throat burned. I remember greens, yellows, browns, blues, reds, all felt different I emptied upon Elephant Grass as the 141 taxied, rolled, nosed up; in solitary, between the green metal folds of an M-151. And asked to be in the buddy picture placed with him by his closest, when with flag, he returned …to Texas.
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