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Rara Avis By Cpl Lester Sauble OIF III Al Asad Iraq
20:05 May 18 2005
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His face is green, brown, and black with paint
Fatigues, covered with dirt and sweat, stick to him as he runs
From place to place
Sprinting from tree to wall to car.
"Aim! Breath! Squeeze!" he repeats over and over again.
From car to wall to tree.
Explosions throw rocks, and unforgiving metal all around him
His ears scream inside his head with the steady, tak-tak-tak,
of semi-auto rifles
Sounds that sends chills like ice down his spine.
What is it about this man that makes him push forward?
So many are falling around him.
Fears tease his heart, and plays with his mind.
Still he pushes on through the smoke and flying lead.
He has a mission, he must not fail!
People scream as flesh is torn and drained of its life.
M-16’s shout back in anger and strike with well-aimed shots.
Muscles ache, pain fogs his mind.
Rest calls out to him like an old forgotten friend .
Sweat stings his eyes, and confusion clouds his mind,
While courage pushes him on.
Suddenly a sound he’s never heard pierces his ears and fire burns him from the inside out!
His life flashes in brief moments, darkness surrounds him,
and rocks become his bed.
A name that will never be remembered,
But a man that will never be forgotten!
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