Soldier, The War, The Army, Conflict, The Military

Lonely sentinel in the post-midnight chill

Darkness your world surrounds

Listening breathlessly to every sound

From beyond the perimeter measured

Was that snap a creature natural

By its nocturnal foraging made,

Or is an intruder sneaking up

To toss a hand granade?

The sound has passed, and so you breathe

Relieved that the threat has passed

And you await the moment when

You stand relieved at last

“No fire or disorder” to report

To your hooch you will crawl

And pray the next watch

Is uneventful

For tomorrow new duties will bring

As soon as it is light

After a near sleepless night

Devoid of any dreams


Poetics – War Poetry

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