At Neo's request I'm posting this one up. Enjoy, and take note that it was written quite some time ago, before Iraq, although I suppose coincidently enough it has relevence. May God bless those who fight for peace
My war buddies were whispering quiet prayers to a savior as we huddled in the veil of shadows within that tent. I sat there, staring into nothingness, when a grenade topped into our tent and caused all of our prayers and contemplations to be now taken over by screams. Within the fuzzed disbelief of my mind I saw the son that I’d never have, his external joy for gathering a willow branch and going out into the small woods beyond to seek his fantasies of some mysterious adventure. I saw the two daughters that would never be created, their personalities forever cast to the depths of the void, never to be released. To never see the evergreen trees, the brightness of fall, and the pristine of year’s first snow. I saw how they thought I didn’t understand them and how I hid how well I actually did. I saw a girl back home with tears, with a finger never to be clad with a ring of gold. A beauty never to be hid by a white cloth, only to be cast aside when all joy breaks loose. I wanted to scream at the tyranny of the vision but I was already screaming in terror. The grenade came back to focus. SO calmly it sat there like an egg given no mother to roost on with a thick blanket of feathers, ready to creak open to release its sorry around the world. I let my thoughts slip and let pure instinct drive my pulsing body. I lifted the grenade and I cast it outside; I am not going to die today.
© M.V.R. "Fayt"