Casualty of War Part Xii
Writing Home
I miss you.
We’re getting ready to go
On patrol.
We drive up and down the
village streets looking for insurgents.
But they look just like villagers or the
Police. Sometimes they will look
just like the military.
We can’t get too
Close
To the people. We can’t
Trust
too many. Any one of them can be
an insurgent. It’s tiring. I just want to
be home, back in your
Arms.
I want to help an old lady cross the
street without looking for a
Bomb.
I want to kick a tin can in
the gutter without it exploding
and blowing my leg off. I want to ride
a bus without a suicide bomber
Killing all.
I just want to be back home, in your
Arms.
Our unit leaves in six months. Six months
and then I’ll be home. But for now I must
go on
Patrol.
Copyright © Anthony Amero | Year Posted 2010
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