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Lucky Me |
We were on patrol
in the damnedest,
most isolated place.
Dust everywhere.
Hard to see.
Harder to breathe.
Ordered to move on,
check each town.
Rout out the enemy’s
minions. Days of this.
Hot and dry. Nights,
a cold, pure, black.
Checking houses,
schools, shops. Nothing.
All abandoned.
This day,
an ordinary Thursday,
I led my men
on one more patrol.
Nothing. And then,
something.
A crack in the silence.
Then the roar of hundreds
running toward us, firing.
I froze.
Speechless.
Mouth agape.
The bullet entered
my mouth, escaped
through my cheek.
Lucky me
copyright 2018
Diana
Rosen |
