What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will always stay with us.
Killer on the road
A Iraqi
man sipping his coffee. He watches the military trucks drive
by.
He look to the sky and murmur a pray. I will
miss you my wife, my children. He caresses his
chest. He feel the bomb wrapped tightly
against his body.
His eyes are
sad and he knows he has no choice. They killed his
brothers. They came to his country and torn it down to
rubble.
He believed in a eye for a
eye. He will be
in paradise soon. Tears fall from his eyes as he think
of his wife sleeping alone.
Soldier with
M-16 loaded and ready. He tells his buddy going to be a
good night. Going to kill a few of them damn
terrorist.
His buddy
with a bible in his hand. Pray to survive the night
without firing his guns. He whisper I
pray I make it through the night. Please lord keep
me safe and let me go home soon.
The city is
quiet and the soldier are on alert. The gunner pass the
coffee to his friends. Tells him my eyes are seeing
ghosts again.
He
watches the morning light began to appear. He thinks of
a mother and father waiting and hoping to see him. He makes a mental note to call them
tomorrow.
A middle age
Iraqi man walked down the street in the early morning. His hands are sweating. He see two
soldiers guarding a government building.
The gunner asks his buddy was the man
a ghost in the distance? He put the bible down and tells
him he is real.
The soldier looked at his bible. Points his
weapon at the man. He raise his hand to halt the Iraqi
Man.
The Iraqi man screams out his
daughter name and Allah. Runs toward the
soldier.
The soldier aim his
M-16 and shoot three rounds into the man
chest.
The Iraqi man falls dead. The soldier
goes to him. Fall and ask god to forgive
him.
He open up
and see the bomb and photos. It still don't bring comfort to the
soldier.
The soldier sit on his cot. He hold
pictures of a man's wife with two children. He wonder why he has to kill this man?
He should of been home tossing
a football with his brother or
something.
He cries for the Iraqi he killed. Old
Sargent said he was a hero. Those terrorist are just
killers on the road. Waiting for us to end their
misery. He
bring his bible to his heart and tries to
sleep.
The gunner wake him up. He tells him
we are on again tonight.
He puts the bible on the table. Dresses into battle gear and walk out of his tent. He leave the bible tonight on the table.
He
had bad dreams. He dreams he was the killer on the road.
He would do his duty and go
home. He don't talk of God or Jesus anymore. He just wishes
for the blood to leave his hands.
The gunner smile. He yelled maybe we
can kill a few tonight. His buddy smile and stare at
the road.
War leave no winner. Vietnam and Korea left scar for a generation of young men and woman. These Wars of today will be the scars for the next 60 years or more.
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Your war stories are so poignant to me...my friend over there, I wonder, how many men has he killed? Will those scars affect him when he's home with his wife and kids? I know they will, but will he realize it, or pass on the violence to those he loves....Great write, my friend.
a heart wrenching write. no doubt that there is only destruction and not winners in war. The way mankind is heading toward its own end is a pityful sight.
This is VERY good. It's an absolutely compelling read. It's a very thoughtful poem about the moral dichotomies and unusual, intense, real life situations presented by warfare. Both main characters are portrayed very sensitively and we can find something to like, and to dislike, in both characters. You very cleverly show how similar, and yet how different, your protagonists are. They very neatly encapsulate and personify different views and arguments for and against warfare. The two part structure is very effective for enhancing this idea. The shape of the poem reflects and highlights the content. Very interesting discussion of the different interpretations of good, bad, right, wrong, and Godliness.
The final line is really powerful and leaves the reader feeling physically empty and desolate.
It is hard to imagine being in their shoes, the effects of war on a man can be devastating, especially when they are killing at 19... a very dramatic piece.
My dad was in the Korean War.
Wow that was deep. It was really good to see things from the suicide bombers perspective and the soldiers. A few grammar errors. I would suggest putting it in past tense. Good write!! True story?
A few grammar mistakes but besides this it is a very powerful and moving piece. It explains the life of the soldiers in the Iraq war fighting to save innocent lives very well.
Your poem is great. It annoyed me how the soldiers say maybe we kill a few tonight as if killing someone is a joke or something to do for sport. Anyway this was written kind of like a joournal worked well for you. Good job.
Amazing! It played like a movie in my head and I felt the guilt the man felt from killing the terrorist although he was just a bad guy, he is still just a man, may be ignorant and have different customs and such but still a man with a family. Touching story coyote great job.
Wow. This is powerful. Great write, my friend. I can't imagine how conflicting it is for a christian to be a soldier, and we often forget that the "enemy" also have souls, and lives, and families. Sometimes... I wish we all would just realize... we're all human. We have more in common than we realize.
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