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Angel with an M16 March 12, 2013

Posted by JP in Poetry.
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Angel with an M16

Desert sand
billowing incessantly
coating sweaty skin
in gritty irritation.

Heated air
tinged with smoke
from spent rounds
and rocket’s tail.

Months spent
endlessly training
focusing on this day
this horrible day.

Duty done
honor is satisfied
country is served
freedom now reigns.

Desert sand
billowing incessantly
covering cooling skin
of our hallowed dead.

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