Aug 2014
I remember watching the explosions
on the pitched-horizon,
night after night,
we felt the ground tremble
thirty miles away
& I remember us thinking,
we're glad it's their foxhole,
not ours.
on the pitched-horizon,
night after night,
we felt the ground tremble
thirty miles away
& I remember us thinking,
we're glad it's their foxhole,
not ours.
