Brick Wall UrinalA Poem by The Warrior Poet3 soldiers came into the barracks drunk (obliterated) at 0400hrs and first call came at 0530hrs - they didn't make out too well. McGee relieved himself on the wall in front of everybody.Brick Wall Urinal Oh-530, “first call” came, But not for this young paratrooper’s brain, As he stumbled about, then whipped it out, and painted the hallway wall with last night’s beer. The coolness of the bricks caressed his face, as the puddle he was forming covered his bare feet. An “America’s Guard of Honor” poster seemed a bit out of place, there on that wall, But there wasn’t a bit of fear, in David McGee. I wonder of this young paratrooper puppet, with several severed strings, “What sort of dream was he having deep inside while his body dreamed of a latrine?” David L. Carmichael The Warrior Poet For: David Allen McGee © 2010 The Warrior Poet |
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1 Review Added on November 5, 2010 Last Updated on November 5, 2010 AuthorThe Warrior PoetNJAboutI am a combat veteran paratrooper and I've been writing since 1984. I was chosen by my English teacher as good candidate for Creative Writing and had to get a waiver to get into the class because my .. more..Writing
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