I Carry a Gun

The pleasant whistle of war
As I surge across the line
The mud tries to steal my feet and the rain beats against my helmet
I carry a gun
I surge across the line

The ground around me explodes in fire and mortar
Barb wire trembles in the thunderous roar and reaches for a man to hold
The back of my mind is screaming
Telling me to run, flee, run, flee
The training tells me to run
So I run with fear and purpose mixing into a single stream of thought
I surge across the line

In the madness and gray and dust and smoke
I seek an enemy
I find a man and whip my rifle to his head
I shoot him when he’s down
The dirt beside me pings
I drop to the ground
I look for a target and take a shot
I survive
He does not
I jump to my feet
I surge across the line

When the day is done
I slump in a ditch
I close my eyes and dream of far away places
But all I see explodes in madness
Gray, and dust and smoke
A man asks me if we won
I do not know so I give no answer
Darkness settles
Where gray turns to black
The order comes
The mortars fire
I surge across the line

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