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In eighty four, when I was eighteen. I joined the Navy, so proud and so lean. First day aboard, my ship I laid footed. An accident happened, this guy was beheaded. I witnessed it all, a faint scream, now gone. Blood everywhere, I was shocked in stone. Life is but different, floating on the sea. But darkness still lurks, coming out of the deep. They called it traditions, it brought back my past. The name callings, the torture, How long will it last? Hours turns days, days into years. Counting my time, holding back tears. We had risen the Shield, another accident happened, lost twenty one shipmates, Never forgotten. At one in the 'morn, the ferry went down. In the Bay of Haifa, twenty one did drown. They finally came home, in a flag draped box, Hearing taps on corner, Home but not lost. My demons continue, to many deaf ear, bring sadness and sorrow, bring heartache and tears One final vision, that I can not erase. my friend screamed horror and the look on his face The wheel of an aircraft, rolled over his femur, crushing and smashing, Lost in a fever. Blood and bones, I'll never forget. His piercing screams, still gets me upset. Twenty long years, I lived on the sea. Lost many great men and their pain is still with me. Onto my next step, But what do I do? These demons keep chasing me, Can I **** them off too?
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
The Story (Part 3, Military)
In eighty four, when I was eighteen. I joined the Navy, so proud and so lean. First day aboard, my ship I laid footed. An accident happened, this guy was beheaded. I witnessed it all, a faint scream, now gone. Blood everywhere, I was shocked in stone. Life is but different, floating on the sea. But darkness still lurks, coming out of the deep. They called it traditions, it brought back my past. The name callings, the torture, How long will it last? Hours turns days, days into years. Counting my time, holding back tears. We had risen the Shield, another accident happened, lost twenty one shipmates, Never forgotten. At one in the 'morn, the ferry went down. In the Bay of Haifa, twenty one did drown. They finally came home, in a flag draped box, Hearing taps on corner, Home but not lost. My demons continue, to many deaf ear, bring sadness and sorrow, bring heartache and tears One final vision, that I can not erase. my friend screamed horror and the look on his face The wheel of an aircraft, rolled over his femur, crushing and smashing, Lost in a fever. Blood and bones, I'll never forget. His piercing screams, still gets me upset. Twenty long years, I lived on the sea. Lost many great men and their pain is still with me. Onto my next step, But what do I do? These demons keep chasing me, Can I **** them off too?
silent-screams
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
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