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Flag at Half Mast
8,000 miles away from all that I love
I wander down the dirt road before me
Wondering if this next step will be my last
Three guys, my brothers, behind me
Thinking the same thing
What's the worst that could happen?
If anything happens, at least it would be fast
Nothing stops us from moving on
Not the fear, not the anger
If anything, the anger just reminds us
Of this road, and it's unforgiving past
For not that long prior
Another one of our brothers
Walked down this very road
Every day reminded of this, by the flag at half mast
I wander down the dirt road before me
Wondering if this next step will be my last
Three guys, my brothers, behind me
Thinking the same thing
What's the worst that could happen?
If anything happens, at least it would be fast
Nothing stops us from moving on
Not the fear, not the anger
If anything, the anger just reminds us
Of this road, and it's unforgiving past
For not that long prior
Another one of our brothers
Walked down this very road
Every day reminded of this, by the flag at half mast
Published 22nd Apr 2011
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17th May 2011 12:39pm
This poem's the truth, and makes me so sad, to know there are so many out there experiencing the same events, emotions and thoughts as you've described here so clearly.. Well done!
18th May 2011 5:17am
Thank you for the comment. Those are all thoughts that ran through my head while I was deployed. I'm now home, thankfully. Thanks again
