Mindless War

Thinking back on the dark days.
Shadows crawling slowly through the mind.
A distant haze is beckoning.
The heat was rising, sweet, in jungle vines.
Almost touching back to childhood times.
The tension's torture bordered on sublime.
Fear of death become a terror
lurking there, just out of reach.
One pointed sight of weapon in his hand.
The only thing they gave him that might
guard against that death, so close at hand.
The wind blew in delirium among the
moving green. His mind just couldn't
hold that old time mean. Survival was
an instinct that had claimed all his control.
A mine went off. A shock wave rolled.
When he came to, he found himself alone.
No camaraderie, no touch of home.
No matter all the rushing men.
No matter screams of death and pain.
He tottered on the brink, so all alone.
The only breathing space that he could
find within that jungle full of
numbing, mindless war...

? Michaelette ?

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