Tuesday, August 4, 2009. My Last Stand - Free Verse Poem. My fear grows, my worry worsens. Bullets rain down around us. All you can hear is screams of pain and terror. Bombs explode all around,. As if they are drops of rain,. Coming from the dark clouds above. Faces look back at me,. Fear in their glassy eyes. Sweat drips down my face,. Mixing with dirt and blood along the way.

Thursday, August 13, 2009. I can hear the first sound of war. I can sense fear in the air. It dawned on me that this could be my last day in Afghanistan. Then I can hear it, I can see it,. I see bullets whiz through the air,. Military men march through the streets,. Like an army of ants. I hear eerie quietness settle over the town,.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009. Who had a deadly fate,. A hitman was after her with a gun,. Because he thought it was fun,. Flying through the air,. My whistle is a sweet sound,. Saturday, August 8, 2009. Laying in bed all day,. Listening to crazy tunes,.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009. I was in the bush,. All alone, nowhere to go,. As hot as hell as black as ash,. I have seen death in the flames,. Burning up with smoke,. Those stupid people, what were they thinking,. All it was, it was destruction, it all was destroyed,. Thank the lord for those fire-fighters,. With those big red trucks, with the flashing lights. There once was a football player.

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