Tuesday, September 27, 2016

8685. MANHANDLED, MY MAN HEART

MANHANDLED, 
MY MAN HEART
As I exited the Army, there was a
feeling of excitement. I had left the
dead behind. The blue room was 
still with a fruitful glow, but these 
gents would never see me again : 
no salutes, no yes sirs. I had
gauged three different wars for
their dumb asses and rank. My
arms and legs were tired. Libya 
and Algiers seemed like nothing 
now. The man who last said
'Mosul' I laid him down, and 
the one with the 'Service In
Syria' tattoo, him too.

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