Army Life (A Sonnet)

[FenrisComesForth]

A tisket a tasket a briscut a basket
Top of the ninth beggining of the game
sonnets end however but you'll end in a casket.
running around with no name

Point post sprawl shoot
frozen mornings scorching days
in the shit they call me boot
thrown iinto the fight with my mind in a haze

Dirty hands never clean
a heavy back and a heavy mind
on a razors edge always keen
there's always more death to find

Relaxation far away
many more days here to stay



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Anyways, the story is urban operations and it was cold and 4th platoon pulled an ambush at 0300. After learning doorkicking we learned about IEDs. Good times

What do you guys think?

[seawitch Artist]

I know the feeling!

[darkangel721]

I love it. I feel that way sometimes.

~Rowan~