Ten minutes till the lights turn green

Nine prayers before we jump

Eight clicks from drop to rondevous.

Seven hours till evac point

Six clips of blazing starburst death

five years of pain and grit well served

Four months til end of bit.

Three tours embedded in my soul.

Two holes. Two burning remnants.

One heart set free. No you. No me

Oorah.



Three

Two

One

I'm gonna crash
I'm switching lanes
Like a spinning fan
I osalate
And I'm in danger
I'm testing fate
My life in peril
There's no debate
My chance of survival
Obliterate
My chance is slim
And I am on
My last whim
I'm hanging by
A single limb
I'm bleeding out
I need a stim
Like a med pack
I need a chopper
For an evac
I need to run
And not look back

that suicide
be
a medical
procedure

for the layman
in
you. that evac

be exodus.