I get anxious even thinking about writing about this
Scared, wanting, hide, you can, I can
Feel my heart roll away to hide
Where is my beer?
Iraq and Memories
Sandbox and green army-men
Look how big this fucking handwriting is
I remember writing small in my truck in the heat
I remember Kuwait cold hot dirt sun salt sweat
Never at rest at home
I remember wanting home wanting peace wanting to be a hero
I remember playing hero
I remember roads with no maps
I remember never knowing were I was, were to go, constantly lost
What city is this?
What camp is this?
What day is this? What week? What year?
I am lost
I remember I am lost of my thought of my self of my love of my understanding
I remember popping the safety off
I remember staring
I remember a smile a rifle
I remember oil broke steam Humvee
I remember laughing MPs and 50cal
And I remember switching to fire and wanting to fire