Smoke wafted across the village,
The swack,swack, swack, sound
Of a helicopter inbound,
was heard,
Grass and dust churned and curled,
As it landed,
Amidst the carnage caused,
By it’s crew now disbanded,
The horrors of war,
are but dreams when they sleep,
the traumas they live with,
they always will keep.
Just then he awoke,
from this dream,
Being kicked by a cop
in an...
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