From: SneakyRick®Recon (Original Message) Sent: 3/11/2004 10:44 PM
I sat in the night, hell I don't know why
on the front step, looking at the sky.
Coffee on one side, and a beer on the other
Cat was asleep and so was my son,
curled up together as if they were one.
The moon was bright...not my friend
Deep, deep darkness served my deadly end.
Fear, terror my foe didth use
But I could make them afraid to move.
I try to think of mates and friends I knew
laying dead in the jungle, their young lives through
My girlfriend, that beauty, with a love so rare
clouds my memories, making them easier to bear.
the fire, the smoke, the air so hot,
I think so long,I will live not...
but I awake to that awful smell, to bodies burned by naplam's hell.
The gods of war said let this man live...his love of conflict serves us well...
protect him dearly with all your skill, for ere we ask, he will surely kill
SneakyRick®Recon
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