Afghanistan

Surround by snow covered mountains Glitter in the sun as if sprinkled with diamonds A beauty worth seeing at least once in a lifetime Takes you to a place of peace or even a slice of heaven But that beauty is deceiving Upon your beautiful landscape Mr Taliban awaits Nightly raids of incoming incoming, horns blaring Awoken heart racing, trying to remember your steps through fear and confusion Two A.M. and I sit here shivering Fully geared in my pajamas and military TA50 The cold of the snow seeps through my shoes For in my haste I forgot my socks I looked around at my fellow Americans Ranging in ages from twenties and above The man to my left could be my grandpa friend And I wonder is this the night that I meet my maker