I Guess You Can Go Home Again....
For a minute or so,
I was right there.
I was standing in the middle of the dust
and dirt and heat
on what was called the company street,
sandbagged tents on either side,
not knowing what I was doing,
I was 19 all over again.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|mental (22.214.171.124) -- Thursday, April 24 2014, 01:41 am|
I to get to thinking about my time in the military sometimes I just stare and zone out.
especially when we were in the Persian gulf and all those mines around us in the water you were always on alert. good write thanks
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