"stryker" poems - Hello Poetry

I'm twenty seven years old Not, old by any standard But, in my world...I'm seven Seven years removed from an IED Seven years away from the day that changed me Seven years into my new life We were on a routine mission If you can call anything in Khandahar routine Convoy escort, some press folks A country singer and his band And us....always us We were Military Police Bringing 'em in, taking 'em home there we were, Same trip, same road same barren landscape same potholes same, same, same Until November 4th, 2005 Nothing has been the same since then I'm a Sargeant, Military Police William Blankenship Fort Hood, Texas...just a kid...until We were on Operation Squire routine....all routine The first humvee hit an IED flipped right in front of us the bus of civilians, stopped radio chatter like mad Rocket fire took out the Stryker LAV Blew it to bits No survivors We were pinned down We didn't return fire Couldn't....didn't know where to And had to get the civilians to safety We were only 2 miles from base LAVs were on the road immediately I don't remember much about it Just, that it was routine Started with the headaches took about a month Then, the nightmares Sent me back home to get over it To a Veterans Hospital in Texas Still saw the humvee flip Heard the screams Saw the fire, and watched the explosion behind And I wasn't sleeping anymore Couldn't handle bright lights for a time Still can't, but not as bad Doctors said it was PTSD I said, "you think?" What else could it be Two years they kept me in there Two years I saw them die Then...they hooked me up with a service dog New program they said He'd keep me relaxed I couldn't take care of myself And now, they want me to have a dog I said, I'd try it...but no guarantees Said his name was Squire funny....I knew that name from somewhere But, couldn't remember where Big, oafish, Newf he was Like a small fridge with hair And big, brown eyes Squire.... First day he just sat and looked at me Waited until I started to move And he moved with me Came over, and pushed his head under my hand It's been that way ever since I move, he moves I eat, he eats three times as much We bonded pretty quick I still get the dreams, but, Squire knows and he's there Under my hand, calming me down That's all he does, calms me down He doesn't take away the dreams But, he helps I don't know how But, he helps They still die, and I still scream But, not as often Just routine....

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Nov 7, 2012

Nov 7, 2012 at 4:29 PM UTC

roger-turner

Squire - a recollection of war

I'm twenty seven years old Not, old by any standard But, in my world...I'm seven Seven years removed from an IED Seven years away from the day that changed me Seven years into my new life We were on a routine mission If you can call anything in Khandahar routine Convoy escort, some press folks A country singer and his band And us....always us We were Military Police Bringing 'em in, taking 'em home there we were, Same trip, same road same barren landscape same potholes same, same, same Until November 4th, 2005 Nothing has been the same since then I'm a Sargeant, Military Police William Blankenship Fort Hood, Texas...just a kid...until We were on Operation Squire routine....all routine The first humvee hit an IED flipped right in front of us the bus of civilians, stopped radio chatter like mad Rocket fire took out the Stryker LAV Blew it to bits No survivors We were pinned down We didn't return fire Couldn't....didn't know where to And had to get the civilians to safety We were only 2 miles from base LAVs were on the road immediately I don't remember much about it Just, that it was routine Started with the headaches took about a month Then, the nightmares Sent me back home to get over it To a Veterans Hospital in Texas Still saw the humvee flip Heard the screams Saw the fire, and watched the explosion behind And I wasn't sleeping anymore Couldn't handle bright lights for a time Still can't, but not as bad Doctors said it was PTSD I said, "you think?" What else could it be Two years they kept me in there Two years I saw them die Then...they hooked me up with a service dog New program they said He'd keep me relaxed I couldn't take care of myself And now, they want me to have a dog I said, I'd try it...but no guarantees Said his name was Squire funny....I knew that name from somewhere But, couldn't remember where Big, oafish, Newf he was Like a small fridge with hair And big, brown eyes Squire.... First day he just sat and looked at me Waited until I started to move And he moved with me Came over, and pushed his head under my hand It's been that way ever since I move, he moves I eat, he eats three times as much We bonded pretty quick I still get the dreams, but, Squire knows and he's there Under my hand, calming me down That's all he does, calms me down He doesn't take away the dreams But, he helps I don't know how But, he helps They still die, and I still scream But, not as often Just routine....

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Ask me what I want to do, go fish if I had a genie, it’s what I would wish in the lake, river, creek or pond eagerly cast next to a fern frond Wiggle my bait and work it some more hoping a fish cannot ignore flipping up under docks or the edges of piles of rocks Working the tree stumps waiting on a big thump on my lure, adrenaline pumps waiting for the end of my rod to jump Bass, on Carolina, Alabama, or Texas rigs crappie and pan fish I’ll catch on a jig white bass and hybrids, on slabs and spoons I have even caught them casting at loons Sam Rayburn, Cedar Creek or Lake Fork I’m getting excited just like a dork Tawakoni, Amistad, or Nacogdoches if I ran out of bait, man I would use roaches Livingston, Stryker, or the Trinidad Lake catching some fish, fry them up on a plate bait cast, and spin cast, pushbuttons oh wow I also can fly-fish, I taught myself how Gar, carp and buffalo, anything that bites looking for something to make my line tight Matagorda, or Galveston, or Port A I have no problems fishing the bay Intercoastal waterway or out in the surf no problems cooking surf and turf Black drum, Red fish or Speckled trout as long as they’re biting I’ll never pout Whiting, and Croakers and even Hardheads catching are fun, getting the slime off you dread gaff tops are pretty, but just as slimy nasty I’ve never had any, I hear their pretty tasty Flounders are flat and so are sting rays but if that’s what’s biting I’ll fish everyday jacks, and mackerel and bonnet head sharks so many fish in the ocean, that’s just a start. How about invasives, silver carp and snakeheads cast for the snakehead, jumping carp in a net I’ve fished lots of bass, native and Florida strain but there is one thought that sticks in my brain Is I’d like to go catch some peacock bass top water action would really kick *** catch and release or serve it up in a dish as you can see I really love to fish

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Sep 16, 2016

Sep 16, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC

jed-johnson

I Love to Fish

Ask me what I want to do, go fish if I had a genie, it’s what I would wish in the lake, river, creek or pond eagerly cast next to a fern frond Wiggle my bait and work it some more hoping a fish cannot ignore flipping up under docks or the edges of piles of rocks Working the tree stumps waiting on a big thump on my lure, adrenaline pumps waiting for the end of my rod to jump Bass, on Carolina, Alabama, or Texas rigs crappie and pan fish I’ll catch on a jig white bass and hybrids, on slabs and spoons I have even caught them casting at loons Sam Rayburn, Cedar Creek or Lake Fork I’m getting excited just like a dork Tawakoni, Amistad, or Nacogdoches if I ran out of bait, man I would use roaches Livingston, Stryker, or the Trinidad Lake catching some fish, fry them up on a plate bait cast, and spin cast, pushbuttons oh wow I also can fly-fish, I taught myself how Gar, carp and buffalo, anything that bites looking for something to make my line tight Matagorda, or Galveston, or Port A I have no problems fishing the bay Intercoastal waterway or out in the surf no problems cooking surf and turf Black drum, Red fish or Speckled trout as long as they’re biting I’ll never pout Whiting, and Croakers and even Hardheads catching are fun, getting the slime off you dread gaff tops are pretty, but just as slimy nasty I’ve never had any, I hear their pretty tasty Flounders are flat and so are sting rays but if that’s what’s biting I’ll fish everyday jacks, and mackerel and bonnet head sharks so many fish in the ocean, that’s just a start. How about invasives, silver carp and snakeheads cast for the snakehead, jumping carp in a net I’ve fished lots of bass, native and Florida strain but there is one thought that sticks in my brain Is I’d like to go catch some peacock bass top water action would really kick *** catch and release or serve it up in a dish as you can see I really love to fish

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pärlgråa vindar stryker köld över kinder en film spelas upp en man som är en skugga visar hemvägen

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Oct 19, 2021

Oct 19, 2021 at 5:03 PM UTC

missuppfostrad

ikea

pärlgråa vindar stryker köld över kinder en film spelas upp en man som är en skugga visar hemvägen

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