loved this, great writing
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Thunder announces a release from the earth. Fire ignites the darkness. Illuminating the night sky, Hell’s flame explodes bright orange. A yellow, oily rain falls upon the battlefield. It touches the soldiers. Skin boils and blisters. A few will die here. Many, will recover. The touched and untouched will carry scars; some on the outside — all on the inside.
Lured into battle by Uncle Sam’s pointing finger, directly from my graduation, with high school diploma in hand, I marched to the recruiting office. In my head the tune and lyrics played over and over —
“Over there, over there
Send the word, send the word over there
That the Yanks are coming – The Yanks are coming
The drums rum-tumming
So prepare, say a prayer – Send the word, send the word to beware
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