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The Warrior
Occasionally
I miss the war
It’s not the desert heat
or shitting in the sand
It’s the battle
Raising my weapon
aiming
firing
watching a head ripped apart
the turban turning red
Anxiously combing
through Baghdad’s homes
hoping to shoot and kill
Invading a region
on a mission
gone terribly awry
Fallujah’s urban warfare
bullets sizzling by
Insurgents scattered in the streets
with bullet riddled bodies
Dodging friendly fire of incompetence
and the brawls that ensued
I miss the unspeakable
that haunts at night
yet drifts into nostalgia by day
I miss the war
It’s not the desert heat
or shitting in the sand
It’s the battle
Raising my weapon
aiming
firing
watching a head ripped apart
the turban turning red
Anxiously combing
through Baghdad’s homes
hoping to shoot and kill
Invading a region
on a mission
gone terribly awry
Fallujah’s urban warfare
bullets sizzling by
Insurgents scattered in the streets
with bullet riddled bodies
Dodging friendly fire of incompetence
and the brawls that ensued
I miss the unspeakable
that haunts at night
yet drifts into nostalgia by day
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