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War O.I.F.
Sorry there is no love poem today, just a mind on replay.
Like the first day in Iraq thinking will I ever make it back.
Continuous mortar attacks and walking in the pitch black.
Marines singing cadences as we ran in packs.
The weight of my rifle and my lips feeling chapped.
Waking up to explosions then rolling over not to miss a wink.
130 degree days then at night the freeze biting at my feet.
MREs to eat and hot water bottles to drink.
Remembering the sound of helicopter blades chopping the air.
Wondering how in the hell did I make it out of there
Like the first day in Iraq thinking will I ever make it back.
Continuous mortar attacks and walking in the pitch black.
Marines singing cadences as we ran in packs.
The weight of my rifle and my lips feeling chapped.
Waking up to explosions then rolling over not to miss a wink.
130 degree days then at night the freeze biting at my feet.
MREs to eat and hot water bottles to drink.
Remembering the sound of helicopter blades chopping the air.
Wondering how in the hell did I make it out of there
Published 31st Oct 2024
Author's Note
Operation Iraqi Freedom
Camp Al Asad, Iraq 2003
Camp Al Asad, Iraq 2003
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