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Sep 2016
Panting…
We’re in search again.
Another blister to rub.
Another tired shoulder.

Don’t let my eyes shut.

Alert…
Red alert…yelling…

This unknown place
To add in my list

Rain falls.
Muddy. Sweaty.

Pebbles…

There’s a pebble in my combat shoes
Can’t stop right now.
The sun will rise soon.
“Be there at 3am”, command I hear.

The wild creatures are creeping for escape.
The wild forest,
The strange sound of birds humming their anthem.
Sounds like a lament.

Stop!
Get down.
Look, listen…

This strange shoes gets my morale low.

Pebbles…more pebbles…
Need to take off now.
My feet are swelling.

-(Silence)-

Bomb!

High pitch. I can hear a high pitch in my left ear.
Can’t get up right now.
Need to stay low.
Blow all the lead I’ve got.

Man down. 1, 2, 3…

Putting on… putting my shoes on.
Need for my retreat.
No time now, can’t be late in half second.
There it lays, my combat shoes in the wild.
Eden Tucay
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Eden Tucay  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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