3/25/2018
Homeland
The Hill is Elevated and Hard to Ascend. My Legs and Ankles are Drained. The Rain is coming Straight Down and it's a Siberian Condition. The Frigid Ocean is at the Bottom of It. At the Top of the Hill is a Man made Fire. A Conflict. Its not a Ball of Fun, but its where I Need to Go. Orders or Not. Its the Main Mission to Complete. Scary is Top Side and the Youth is Dying. Young and Dying, but its got to be Done. The Land at Home must be Safe and Sound by Morning. The Message most be Sent if We Live or Die. The Home Land must Stand. I Still Think She can be Saved by Locking Us Out in Away. Pass or Fail. Live or Die. We Die Young and We Slowly Die even if We Survive. My Eyes are Full and Squinting for the Fight. No Falling Back to Sorrow with Agony or Anguish. Just Racing to the Top to Deal with Man Made Fire. The War Zone. Freezing Cold. My Legs and Ankles are Tired, but We Keep the Home Land Safe by keeping the Enemy So Far Away Today...
M.J.S.
- Author: MJS (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 29th, 2018 04:29
- Comment from author about the poem: A Short Story Inspired by the 1st Infantry Division. The Big Red One.***
- Category: Short story
- Views: 21
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