Epilog To Reconnaissance
EPILOG TO
RECONNAISSANCE PATROL
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Survived again, back to CP, a successful patrol
Brought back some intel, lost nary a soul
Exhausted, safe, suddenly my hands are shaking
Continued patrols is madness in the making
Fear enemy patrols, running into each other
Can’t stop thinking about my worried mother
In a few short days I’ll again reburden my soul
Wish it was a ball game, damn it, another patrol
Some men sleep in hopes of not being deployed
Some men can’t sleep, dread of being deployed
Can’t do this again, I’m teetering on a ledge
Next patrol I’ll surely topple over the edge
Stop it, stop it, stop it damn it
Put on a good face, laugh, don’t act too serious
Calm down, be nonchalant, fear is contagious
Last thanksgiving mom made deep dish pies
Man says he is not scared is telling you lies
Play cards, tell jokes, have fun, make friends
Stroll over to the briefing its that time again
Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2017
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