So I lay asleep, for once falling asleep wasn’t the hardest part, I get woken up but the dream or flashback if you would, bullets flying past my head, gun fire and orders fill my ears, the screams of my brothers in arms having their vests turn into body bags.
The order is to protect and serve, here I am on the top of a rock, searching in the early morning steam for the men in the thick firing like military trained soldiers.
I would fight that war any day of the week then be part of heart break, send me back to fight the evil of the world and let me leave this world of heart break and pain.
To follow orders and replace pain and heartache with cold steal and gunpowder.