Poetry By Chuck

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I set down my weapon and faced the end of the day.
And I found myself exhausted from yet another dangerous fray.
The sweat barely dried, clothes clinging and in my way.
I thank God I'm still here ... today.

MY ears were still ringing from that horrible sound.
My guts were still tight, and my heart still pounds.
I can't catch my breath and I know how difficult this sounds.
But, the enemy is still out there, the Son Of A Bitch is still around.

I collapsed into the dirt, somewhere out of the way.
Flies all around me, my harvest, their's today.
I'm too tired to speak, my thoughts so heavy they weigh.
I thank God I'm still here ... today.

I haven't taken off my boots in almost a week.
The smell of me must carry because I'm sure that I reek.
I begin searching my pockets, it's ammo I seek.
Just five more minutes of rest, Dear God, what a treat.

He's killed six of us and all in a single day.
I'm gonna get that Mother Fucker is all I can say.
I checked my ammo, and exhausted, yet again I pray.
I thanked God I'm still here ... today.
 

Author notes

To those who have been there and to those who still are.  

War is a hell of an experience and marks those who participate forever.  

Don't expect them to return the same.  This poem is an attempt to render an accurate moment in time.


Written January 27th, 2004

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Touchof1der Moderators member
July 10, 2004
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  • First off...I have to get this off of my chest...Oh My Greatness Chuck!!! You said S.O.B. and the Mother F word! Tsk, tsk, tsk.  I'm not sure my virgin eyes can take it! I am so...so...so......................................
    Okay. I'm fine now. I got that out of my system. It's not my fault that you left me with so many issues with this one. 
    I know I'm making light of this and I am teasing you unmercifully on a page where you have written about something so very serious and so very near to you. I understand what you speak of when you say it marks you forever. Only those who have experienced it as you have could ever fully understand the depth and degree of what you speak. The rest of us can only speculate with the limited resources we have to compare it to. I do not envy you your experiences and I know that our past plays a big hand in who we are in the present and I have to say that regardless of your experiences and the horrors you endured...you truly had someone watching over you and protecting all of you...your heart, your mind, your soul...everything! Because you have a great attitude...a wonderful spirit...and a pleasing personality. This was wonderful Chuck. Thanks for sharing it!

  • Edited on Jul 10, 10:35 p.m. because ''.

  • wishintreeUK
    January 28, 2004
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    Chuck, you have so much imagery in this poem, as I read through, I could feel your emotions, MY ears were still ringing from that horrible sound.
    My guts were still tight, and my heart still pounds.
    I can't catch my breath and I know how difficult this sounds.
    But, the enemy is still out there, the Son Of A Bitch is still around
    words could never fully describe how those who were there actually felt, the thoughts that must have gone through the mind, the fear so strong and real you could almost cut it with a knife. Thank you for sharing this with us... ~~wishintreeUK~~ (Katie) 

 

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