War Memories
Concrete shatters
Bullets whiz by
Heart race quickens
My ally by my side
“Will it ever stop?” he asks.
Sweat beading down my nose
Grabbing my gun tighter
We stare in each others’ eyes
As fast as it starts
The faster it stops
It may be clear
Moving forward to be sure
He grabs my hand
Tells me he will look
The bullets rain again
Stealing his light
Dazed expression on my face
Half a century passed
Recalling the horrid memories
Of that frightful night
With a shake of the head
Returning to present day
Looking at my children
Wondering what if I had looked.
*Dedicated to my Grandfather. Sandy W. Mashburn June 1915 – August 1991 and his service in WW2, as well as his friends he lost in the War. May those Veterans who have served never be forgotten.
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