Christmas Day 2006

Christmas Day 2006

A Poem by Baby Ricochet
"

I'm opening up, sorry.

"
We found him in a ditch by the road

His body mutilated 
His ears cut off
His tongue ripped out 
His eyes gouged out 
Two 45 rounds through his head
I stared for a moment
then looked away
I was numb to it 
If 
I didn't look to long 

but I knew

The taste of violence in my throat
The weight and slime on my hands
When I picked him up 
like a sack of garbage

In the stench of the late morning heat

heavy like rancid sweets

cleansing me of humanity 
 making space for the horrific indifference 
that had become my life 

We threw him in the truck

We dropped him at the morgue 
In front of the mosque 

The old cleric smiled

but 
he hated us

We knew that

The next IED
The next mortar round 
The next sniper's bullet
Could be mine

Back home in a box
In my dress blues 
Amounting to nothing 
over a war for nothing 
But I survived

 I have to live with that 

© 2014 Baby Ricochet


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I appreciate this insight and sort of a behind the scenes look.. If only certain closed minded people could see this. I also appreciate the numbness.. Reminds me of when I found my dog with her stomach torn open in my backyard and taking her to the vet.... The moment flies so deeply and quickly into your soul that you never feel it but it sits there, clawing... forever. Wanting to be heard..but it is tapped, the moment has passed...

Posted 10 Years Ago


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The brutality of war does not end when the soldiers come home. It is relived day after day and interrupts sleep every night. Why does the guy next to you live and you die? What does Madame Fate have in mind for you? These are the questions that plague the vet who comes home. The honesty of this one slaps the face of the reader. Intense! LydI**

Posted 10 Years Ago


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You do a stellar job of putting the reader into the shoes of a man in the middle of war, plagued by the threat of death hanging over, threatening to fall down upon you. The paranoia is intense and, dare I say it, frightening even and the reality of the grief invoked by the horrors of war is made real by your words. Truly brave of you for opening up and expressing the tragedies of war; keep it up!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Very Vivid Mark and hits you right between the eyes. As someone who has never experienced any of this nor new anyone that has endured this you bring all of this to life for me and I take my hat off to you friend.

Regards
Troy

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark, the truth of this is overwhelming. Reading your words help me to understand my father-in-law, a Korean War Vet who struggled with the world around him after he returned. Amazing work here.

Posted 10 Years Ago


We who have never experienced the truth of war cannot fully understand how it will affect those who have.
You did what was asked of you, and that was honourable. Living with the memories will be the hard part. So long as you continue to fight for those who didn't make it back you will continue to honour them.
Your friend from across the pond.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is so sad and horrifying the harsh realities of what you guys faced.Be strong baby you did survive and that's not a bad thing.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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