…a dream…
In the middle of a war,
a battlefield,
bullets flying
like in a movie.
Mud caked on skin,
hair matted down,
skin scarred and torn.
(and the good old boys
drink and search for whores
while on leave)
I was invincible.
The hero
organizing the troops,
respected
and honoured by my peers.
Then CHAOS ensued!
People running
in no particular direction…
suddenly…
I was alone
in the middle of a war zone,
the noise of artillery
and bullets
replaced the voices
of hope…
I felt bullets and shrapnel
in my body,
tearing the tissue apart.
I tried to wake up
and stop the terror…
I awoke to the feel
of kicking and punching,
screaming in my ears:
‘Will you quit
stealing all the
fucking covers!!!”
The dream was real.
I was in a war zone.
2010