Firefights Poems - Poems about Firefights

...When I came home to Mezyn on the banks of Desna river, no wine tasted good to me. I shall rest a few days before returning to trenches filled with stench of death. The tranquil farm, the clean she......

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... The sergeant says, you know the drill And the new grunts get the spit down Pressed pants and shiny boots in the barracks are military grade thumbs up But, in the showers, eyes are......

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...Today I learned, once more, the lesson of loss. Today I learned of a brother gone. Tonight I pay my respects, in what words I can muster; forever he is one of us. I didn’t know him for all too ......

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...Time to bring them home... I was sleepily thinking. After stuffing my face with holiday. Time to bring those red white black and blue teenagers home... Time to resume video games-get some strang......

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