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.
This really touched me. You're right war leaves us all losers. My dad was in Vietnam and I see people all the time that are still struggling with the aftermath of that war. Thanks for sharing this with us.
This has no measure of merit, for it is the pinnacle of writing. You have captured perfectly a sobering truth. And even with that, it is far worse in the real life experiences that occur daily for a soldier. You have brought another truth to the heart of the reader. War is not suppose to be what we use it for...
Thank you for bringing such an important message to the people. Superb! I can only give you a 100 but know it stands for infinity.
I just wanted to add that this is excellent in the fact that it leads you to believe that it will be a poem that expresses the sudden death of unsuspecting soldiers, and the turn is that it is truly a story about the effects of the survivors and these "heroes" of war. I love the twist in this. Good job Coyote!
i dont even know what to sya that i havented already. you've got something that, basically all writers lack in my opinion. experience. and it gives your already talented writing credibility, and make it authentic. great work as always. this one was one of my favorites.
The devil has fooled us into seeing an image of honor in wars. There is no such title gained when you kill someones father, someones husband, someones children, someones brother, someones sister. Honor? No.
By showing both sides, I think you shine a light on how we end up in conflicts, where two (or more) sets of people honestly and truly believe their actions are right and the actions of the other is wrong and in the end both sides are hurt and diminished.
We ask much of our soldiers and their families but are afraid to pay the bill when they return. The emotional trauma you highlight at the closing along with your authors note makes me think of all the Veterans who are on the streets and homeless today because we have been unable to address the mental health issues caused by their service to us and what they did in our name.
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My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life.
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