Medivac poem

Rotors thump overhead

Load broken bloody bodies aboard

He died on the flight back 

We were devastated

we all want to go home

where the streets aren't rivers of sewage

Where a man on a  cell phone isn't a sniper's spotter

Where a TV remote contol isn't a remote detonator

Where an empty street doesn't mean an ambush

Where your feet don't spit open with fatigue

Where you don't see your friends mangled by IED'S

and hear they died on the deck of a medivac chopper

We all want to go home

But home won't be there

Not the home we want to go back to

We're not spritely cocky boys anymore.

We're bitter used up old men

Reviews

[Jo March]

Very poignant. there is so much emotion flowing through this piece that it is very difficult to read. Love it though

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you

[Tai Ryens]

The unfortunate devolution (or perhaps evolution?) of soldiers as they proceed to war is saddening, and I could never have said it better myself. Well done.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you tai

[Kaylor Mason]

Ouch. The disillusionment of this piece simply radiates off the page

[Baby Ricochet]

Yeah

[Marie]

We all wish we could go home. And it's never there. Nor are we.

[Baby Ricochet]

Yeah

[DrD]

This, BR, is one of your finest and it captures everything you intended and does it with a high level of imagry that puts us there with you. This is one to read again.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thanks Doc

[Annabelle Lee]

Ooohhhh. *tear* Glad you coud make it home, ricochet! People need you around

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you