I've never starred a thousand yards.
Those doors breach, fly open, and I reach the sky.
The final pin drop, imminent demise.
Crackling in the near,
I wonder if it'll ever come here?
How naive can I be?
Rolling dunes and tightly wadded tourniquets
Fill my memory to its limit.
I wonder if I'll ever stay with it?
Two dawns ago, between the irrational and sand, lay a post.
Shriveling in the destitute runes of the old Mesopotamia kings,
Angels soar above with iron wings.
One more road, a house to be cleared,
Yet not one, but two dozen.
A dozen baptisms by fire,
A dozen deaths.
The thought of the lurking beast beneath the road,
Lurks in shadows of the night.
For honor I kneel,
To the men I've lost,
They will never be forgotten.
Memorial Day-RIP MA2 Michael Monsoor