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The Day of the Snake
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The Day of the Snake |
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Juzjon Junior Member
since 2006-03-10
Posts 27 |
Hidden neath the ground mist on a bed of mud and rice a red snake in my trousers biting once, then biting twice I could feel the burning pain I needed to shout out but had to keep my silence there's an enemy about They taught me to conceal this pain be strong, not think nor feel yet only snake bites later it's a very rotten deal Reached down and took my belt off then wrapped it round my thigh pulled it tightly to my skin fell back and wondered why Only ten months earlier my girlfriend sitting near the radio was blasting "There's Something Happening Here" I wanted to cry "Medic" but we'd been under fire now hidden by this ground mist pinned down things getting dire But still I had my weapon a soldier on the ground loaded cocked and ready not making one small sound We'll do what we've been sent to do with intention to survive just make it through another day I have to stay alive. The mist is getting thinner I now can see the trees and helmets popping out of fog I'll soon be to my knees. With an eagle's keenness my eyes dart here, then there my buddies all surround me pointed rifles everywhere Seemingly uncanny the enemy is gone not a single round is fired on this southeast asian dawn. I was carried back to camp by Eddie, Phil and Greg a venom running through my veins a swollen purple leg Doc shot me with some serum I'll live to fight once more to do what we've been sent to do our country is at war Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose yet nothing is worth everything when you've got a lighted fuse |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
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Jon....you made this seem so real!! Well done! |
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