We came upon a nightmare,
something bad had happened there.
Oil-smoke hung in the air,
death & destruction
had certainly rained down,
the area was littered
with body parts,
pieces of burnt entrails.

Flies were everywhere,
a sweet smell hung in the air.
The first crushed skull I ever saw
creeped me out quite a bit.
I had to fight the *****.
****, this wasn’t the movies,
some computer-generated hologram,
it was real war,
we had five to smoke ‘em.

But I couldn’t wait to get along.
I was now majorly spooked
by the vacant looks
staring up at me
from the other heads
lying speechless,
so comfortable
in the bleached-sand,
their final resting place.

A sadness hung in the air
as we moved again
to the next smoke break,
twelve clicks away,
it looked the same way.