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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2196119
War is almost as much a hell for the medical team as it is for the fighter.
Wake to the thunder of choppers
Bringing in wounded again
Choke on the dust
The smell of the shit pond
Put a brave face on for the men
Hear the engines roar
The bombers and fighters soar
Hiding in bunkers
All of us flunkies
Hope that we’re safe and secure

Padre says look to the Lord
but this war is greed and fraud
Blood stains my soul,
Out of control,
I’d say I’m just like his God
I lost a friend last night
One hell of a firefight
The flashing of tracers
Lit warrior faces
Revealing their wide frightened eyes

Can’t wait for my call back home
Ten minutes to just be alone
I saw baby’s first walk
On the screen of my laptop
Cut me right to the bone

G. Gabriel
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