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I.E.D
By DeafSoldier
I'm driving down my neighborhood
It's a nice day outside.
It's a nice day for a drive
It's too nice to stay inside.
I take a turn down the street
It's littered with trash everywhere.
Suddenly my heart starts to beat
As I become tense through my body.
I remember being in my patrol vehicle
Driving around the wrecked streets of Iraq
Keeping on the lookout for bombs
Hidden in the skeletons of the wrecks.
Suddenly, a bomb goes off
Before I could process it, my ride is in the air.
As we land with a metallic thud,
Black smoke goes billowing in the air.
I stare at the trash-ridden road
I decide to go back home.
It's a nice day outside
I think I'll just stay inside.
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Copyright 2014 DeafSoldier
Published on Wednesday, April 30, 2014.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
My friend had a little incident with an I.E.D when he was deployed.Comments on "I.E.D"
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On Tuesday, May 6, 2014, WeepAnEvilLaugh
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wrote:
This poem could also be interpreted as a statement on keeping our streets clean, there's no reason why the places we live should resemble a war zone. Good job.
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A former member wrote:
As a citizen, I appreciate and respect your work soldier, I thank you.
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A former member wrote:
Cool write man. I dig watching documentaries when they interview the actual soldiers who fought in the wars. What they say about their personal experiences of it is always so interesting. PTS is usually a pretty big part of it... Some scary shit. Seeing old men crying when talking about something they saw happen so many years ago. They will never be able to forget it. Hectic.
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