Friday, December 09, 2005

A Soldier Call

Mom, I want to go home. This noise, the blood, I don't want any of it. My heart is ice and the trigger is cold. Mom, all I want to do is fold. But a duty I have to make a safer place. Yesterday, I blew off a stranger's face. Oh mom, what shall I do? This destruction is too much. This is not what I thought my life would be. A killer soldier in green. The guts, their bodies, this life!! My God, what have I done? Mom, will I ever see you again? I fight to survive, but I don't want to die. I seen friends come and go, suicide bomber sending them home. My God, I hope they knew YOU. But no time to think of that right now. The sound of pure chaos all around. Mom, we are being held prisoners. I'M A SOLDIER, so why am I so afraid? Was this war just a big lie? Just do me a favor if I shall never escape this place. Tell my baby I'm all right. They may have taken daddy's body, but only God could take my soul. Tell my wife that she was my light, my inspiration, my source of life to fight on. Mom, the bombs, the bombs. "Our father who art in heaven, hollow be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done." A great flash a little. Silence. Am I still alive? What are these pearly white gates? Ah mother, I am alive. I see the angel, I feel no shame. There is no pain, just brightness. Mom, I'm all right.

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