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Dusk,

and the birds are settling down.

Darkness creeps across the sky

and brings an airy chill.



The small convey comes to a stop.



The hairs on my arms stand up

when i open the door,

and my boots crunch on the lose stones.

The headless corpses are where reported.



Lying dumped in a ditch, and there they

will lie until tomorrow.



For darkness is danger.

Bassra at night is not a safe place to be.



I quickly sign to my escort,

back to base.



I have seen enough.

Back to base is essential.



Back to basics turns my guts.