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November 7, 2023

Shell Shock

he wasn’t meant for this kind of thing
a sensitive lad, poet and painter

he wanted to help, he really did

offered to drive an ambulance

trapped at the front lines

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he heard too many calls of ‘incoming’

ground shaking thunder booming mind numbing 

destruction death and blood blood blood 

picking up his mental faculties out of the mud

climbing over the dead, nowhere to turn

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looking through cognac made sunglasses 

it’s all quiet meadows and mountain passes


until you’re grabbed by the collar and returned 

falling back under enemy attack 

no retreat brass buttons orders

direct from the dashing general down at headquarters 

making the bold decisions

he says defend until the last bullet, the last man

god, country, that sort of thing

here’s where we must make our final stand

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