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I miss home.
I never thought I would miss,
The fear of losing a friend.
The heavy breath,
That could warn the enemy.
The nasty sweat in the desert,
The unbearable heat by the sun.
The digging and search for bombs,
That exploded the comrades 6 meters away.
The combats that not only killed militant extremists and allies but civilians too.
The sweet but awful smell of opium burning.
Like burned honey.
The gunshots of not only automatics but snipers too.
The loud explosions,
That left nothing but dirt.
The kids that brought happiness
While pure evil controlled.
The dead kids,
That killed your moral.
The laughter with friends,
The cries of broken families.
Oh I miss the desert.
Because when I learned to accept,
The life in battle it became my home.
The fear of losing a friend.
The heavy breath,
That could warn the enemy.
The nasty sweat in the desert,
The unbearable heat by the sun.
The digging and search for bombs,
That exploded the comrades 6 meters away.
The combats that not only killed militant extremists and allies but civilians too.
The sweet but awful smell of opium burning.
Like burned honey.
The gunshots of not only automatics but snipers too.
The loud explosions,
That left nothing but dirt.
The kids that brought happiness
While pure evil controlled.
The dead kids,
That killed your moral.
The laughter with friends,
The cries of broken families.
Oh I miss the desert.
Because when I learned to accept,
The life in battle it became my home.
Published 13th Oct 2021
| Edited 14th Oct 2021
Author's Note
When you learn to live in war, you won’t ever feel home in safe circumstances again.
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