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Oct 2018
I stand at the black mound
The sun glinting off it's rain crested top
I run my hand along the wall
It seems ok

At first

I feel it rising
No
The pain in my leg
No
The loss bright flash of light
NO
My friends body contorting
STOP IT
The scream that rang out
ENOUGH!!!!
I stop myself before I get to his name

Every time I come here
I relive that day
It's seared into my brain
His scream
My shrapnel filled leg
I remember it all like it was yesterday
That's all it was though
Yesterday
The past
It wasn't me
It was Vietnam
Written by
Jack  M
(M)   
188
   Azaria
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