For My Country
Gun shots exploding in my ears
So much smoke...
It’s very hot, but I don’t seem to notice it,
The desert sand pools at my feet.
It’s hot and dry, just like the desert I stand in.
I can feel the aching in my bones,
Sharp pains in my legs and arms
Especially the frantic horror drowning out all other thoughts
The gun in my hand feels heavy and dangerous...
But I see my comrades on the ground...
Vivid crimson covering their bodies!
I can’t help but cry,
The tears stream down my face as I press the trigger
And point at nothing in particular.
My face is dirty and hot,
And my abdomen feels hollow.
I scream out in grief and pure terror as I shoot.
I see many men fall to the ground,
And I drop the gun
I hate it—
Knowing that I'd stopped someone’s life,
That I'd brought tears to a family’s eyes.
The ringing in my ears makes the gunshots sound distant.
I suddenly feel a burning pain in my chest.
Warm liquid drips all over me
And I feel the dust in my eyes and mouth,
The hot sand scraping my cheek.
I know it’s the end.....
It just feels like it, but the unbearable horror is gone.
My vision starts getting blurry
And it seems as if I'm looking through a tunnel.
I can barely hear anything.
Everything starts getting darker,
And my last thoughts are bursts of regret;
Images of her, and our little girl….
They float through my mind.
And as they float away,
I know I will never see them again.
Because I threw it away—
My life, my kid, my love….
All for my country.
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