gun squad
we were death
wandering the hills.
pieces of puzzles
out of time and place.
we were worlds lost
beyond
sound and sense,
stumblings on ridge lines
looking for something
to ****
we were empty-eyed
birds of prey,
locked to earth
under the weight of packs
and guns
and ammunition,
trying to find wings
that would fly us home.
Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 7:02 AM UTC
gun squad
we were death
wandering the hills.
pieces of puzzles
out of time and place.
we were worlds lost
beyond
sound and sense,
stumblings on ridge lines
looking for something
to ****
we were empty-eyed
birds of prey,
locked to earth
under the weight of packs
and guns
and ammunition,
trying to find wings
that would fly us home.
I was an M-60 machine gunner with the Ninth Marines in South Vietnam, 1968
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