I will always remember him
& that it could have been me
stepping on
that horrible explosion
on that fateful
scorching day.
Carter* went up suddenly
in a pinkish-mist,
all the camels nearby
scrambled,
as he slumped in
excruciating agony.
It wasn't pretty,
seeing him lying like that,
exposed,
in a pool of blood
with no *******
boots untied.
They hauled him out
screaming he wanted to die,
blood-curdling,
hollering ****** Jesus
(and for his Mother)
in a beefed-up Humvee.
It wasn't funny.
I wanted to walk point
that
morning,
but he insisted
on struttin' his big *****
which tragically
he lost
forever
in Babylon.
That sizzling
hot
*******
Babylon.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
I will always remember him
& that it could have been me
stepping on
that horrible explosion
on that fateful
scorching day.
Carter* went up suddenly
in a pinkish-mist,
all the camels nearby
scrambled,
as he slumped in
excruciating agony.
It wasn't pretty,
seeing him lying like that,
exposed,
in a pool of blood
with no *******
boots untied.
They hauled him out
screaming he wanted to die,
blood-curdling,
hollering ****** Jesus
(and for his Mother)
in a beefed-up Humvee.
It wasn't funny.
I wanted to walk point
that
morning,
but he insisted
on struttin' his big *****
which tragically
he lost
forever
in Babylon.
That sizzling
hot
*******
Babylon.
*Not his real name.
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