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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
Written by Gemini (Mr. Gemini)
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