Driving through scabrous deserts
Searching thoroughly on patrol
Sun’s searing rays ripple across our
Sunburned, dazed faces; it’s always the same.
I imagine lavish dinners with my
Serene and sexy wife seeking comfort
From my two courageous boys
Constantly causing chaos back home; never-changing.
Take a sip of blistering canteen water
In the silence of our sweating faces
Private Matthews hums a tune
That starts off a chain reaction; same old story.
Sun sets, taking safety with it
Paranoia and fear strike our very movement
Quietly yet quickly we ramble in our ride
To a safe destination only a few miles off; never gets old.
Silence is broken on the outskirts of base
A rocket was launched crippling our craft
Private Matthews laments in agony
As blood from his severed arm wraps my settled, stunned face; war never changes.
The jeep fell cracked and immobile
In silence of shock, only fire could reflect my terror.