Midnight in The Sand BoxA Poem by J. M. YearyWas digging through some old boxes and I found my journal from Desert Storm. I thought that it was mong lost. As I was reminiscing, I came across this little poem I had written before our first patrol at dawn.
The temperature drops in a matter of minutes
Leaving you cold where you stand
Restless am I, as I wait for sleep
But it never comes
I do not know what fate waits at dawn
I just know that I am afraid, but ready
Ready for what God has in store for me
Ready to fight for glory, for my family
For God and my country
Last night my prayers were interrupted
Sirens blaring their warning
Alerting us of imminent danger
Time to take cover
The enemy doesn’t know we are here
So we just watch the missiles fly over head
Knowing that our brothers in arms
Perhaps even close friends are in peril
I say a silent prayer for those in danger’s path
As I wait for the “all-clear”
The world closes in behind this mask
And at times, it is hard to breathe
Was never much for tight places
But I have learned to accept it
As I have learned to accept fate
The fate that every warrior must accept
Tonight, I think of my family
As I look at their pictures
The ends tattered
Because I keep them close always
I ask God to look over them
In my absence, and if it is his will
That I will return to them soon
For I miss them so
The sirens blare again, telling us all is clear
I remove the mask, and sigh
The night air feels much colder
But it is only because of the sweat
It is time for lights out
Time to rest if possible
The morning will come quick
And I must be ready
One last prayer
One last thought
One more day
One more night
© 2008 J. M. YearyReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 10, 2008 Last Updated on August 10, 2008 AuthorJ. M. YearyWichita Falls, TXAboutI discovered this poem while I was looking through an old cemetery book at the courthouse in Crowell, Texas--a very good depiction of what most of us feel as we venture through life. Surely (at least .. more..Writing
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