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A Buried Memory
Contributed by
Hobbit
on
Sunday, 28th March 2010 @ 08:34:30 AM in AEST
Topic:
goodbyepoetry
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Crumpling, falling, arms flung wide,
dive for cover, check your front!
Checking my weapon, eyes searching,
trying to pierce the vey rocks and shrubs.
Mouth dry, stomach knotted in fear,
slight tremour in my hands.
Sweat, fresh sweat, on forehead,
and more gushing down my spine.
Calm voice in my ear piece,
watch your front. Pick out your arcs.
Is my safety off?
Fumbling feel, all is well.
Notice I am breathing hard,
breath in and hold, slow the heart rate.
A silent prayer to God,
Please let me get home again,
please let me see my mum.
Then, I hear the shot.
The shot that sent Davey Boy,
spinning to the ground.
A milisecond, that is all it was,
and thirty years to say goodbye.
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Hobbit
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Re: A Buried Memory
(User Rating: 1 ) by northernlights on
Sunday, 28th March 2010 @ 12:13:30 PM AEST (User
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You survived hell but your friend didnt, I can't begin to imagine what the must be like with the many years of knowing they are gone, very brave and very personal write and judging by how you recounted it maybe a memory more alive than you think |
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