Flashback
About 30 meters out, you can see,
they are hiding behind the tree.
I can’t get a lock with my loaded gun,
their exact location hidden by the sun.
Reported to HQ what distress we have found,
I can hear all the weapons and grenade sounds.
The screaming of Section members losing their lives,
no reaction force coming to keep us alive.
The anxiety and stress have my adrenaline spinning,
this is the one fight we are not winning.
I all but give up to this desperate ordeal,
this flashback is feeling so real.
I know this is just a memory from the past,
these moments now come on fast.
They take me into an unreal mental place,
located in the site behind my face.
The one sight, object, oddity I see,
the BMW off to the left of me.
This distorted my thoughts view,
bringing me back to what is now true.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 29th, 2024 06:03
- Comment from author about the poem: another fragment to a story.
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Comments2
That sounds like it could splinter into any direction
Yes that is the issue, what direction to take it. In the end does this soldier get help or end their own life. Have to wait for the book.
We all need help!
Post traumatic stress disorder is a terrible thing. It takes one out of reality and places one back in a spot. One wishes never had occurred. This descriptive poem, paints a picture of such an instance.
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