the clatter of machinery invades my bedroom as rotors defeat gravity for as long as fuel allows someone's on the run headed for the woods at the back of my house why do they think the darkness of trees and undergrowth will hide them from infrared's all seeing eye, their journey to freedom is about to end dramatically under spotlight I've got to get up for work in under four hours
The metal floor is slicky Desert heat amplifies The odor of ***** and blood Mostly empty IV bags hang on their stands Packaging from numerous medical supplies Litter the ground
Quickly and carefully I clean and spray and sweep and scrub I sort and pack and refit and reorganize Preparing the chopper for the next call
Lives were saved But I don’t know what will become of them Some will leave the Army Some will come back here Some will do the job the enemy couldn’t do And take their own lives
I can’t think about that This is hard enough
Another day in the life of my roommate, a combat medic.
A heave of the earth. Hillsides of structures collapsing; cascades of rock and vegetation; liquid shifting of terrain; the silent screams of trapped and torn people. We turned towards the worst damage. Rotors, engine, and radio were the Only sounds.
Helicopter in the air Searching for those on the run Holding the greenness of shattered glass A tight embrace of the natural beauty
A rock tied to mine locks Padlocked as I creep the stairway of life Evolution of flames and fallacies A sly that promises no tears
Compelled to paste the puzzle together A locomotion of pieces to a system Never to be afraid of who we are United uniqueness to be the ones of a kind
Are we the loyal dogs who bark by the rivers? Waiting for the tides to wash us away Singing as the sun reflects beautiful ways The tales of a long ago uncovers my soul
