Dog and Pony Show

Flop, flap, pap and boots dragging across the concrete. That’s the sound of a River Rat somewhere standing in formation forever. The sound of his comrades catching him and dragging him away. The sound of him being the joke of the day. The sound of a dog and pony show. Just because a big wig is showing up and passing by...casualties temporarily die. Their spirits leave their bodies due to heat, lock and buckling theirs knees, pin balls in their feet, they could feel the beeds With nothing but the peanut butter from an MRE and water from a dirty camel pack. They get to watch their friends fall on their backs. Flop,flap,slap God damn specialists... I never want to do this stuff again. Just watching my staff Sergeant drag him away and grin. Plus it’s 100 degrees and we’re an hour in Skid marks of Good boots...good soldiers Scraping across the motor pool... Just because of a dog and pony show....