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Aug 2014
When you sweep a village
for the first time
it's rather creepy.
Actually, it's pretty ******* scary,
your ******* gets tight
& it feels like your esophagus
is twisted up in your throat.
People seem to go about their business
as if nothing's wrong.
But there isn't anything right about it.
You can tell it by their eyes,
those vacant hollow eyes,
showing a blend of fear & hatred.
Needles burn through
your ACU's,
spelling "*******'s"
all over your sweaty skin.
Jesus, we carried enough firepower
to level the place
three times over,
**** every living thing,
including the pets & livestock.
We had helicopters and spooky
and artillery at our fingertips, too.
I tried to imagine the same ****
happening in my own city back home.
& it's definitely not
a comforting thought
to think about soldiers
disrupting your lifestyle.
I think I'd be ****** if a cobra
strafed my neighbor's house
or a 1-oh-5 leveled my local 7-11.
Deep thoughts like that
made me
miss my humble abode
even more.
But Christ,
this was war
& war is hell
& we were ****** for it.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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