Falklands 82

Out of the darkness ,

The rumble of Thunder .


Tank alert ,

The snake stops ,

and splits .

To the bare arsed slopes of the hills ,

There’s no cover .

There’s no where to go .

The ground vibrates beneath your feet .

The thunder rolls on past.

As the wooden bridge

to your front,

Is once again put to the test.

Hooves clatter over loose planks .

Bodies rise from the grass .

As the snake writhes on .

They mentioned sheep and penguins .

They’d never said a word about horses .

Author's Notes/Comments: 

We were attacked crossing a wooden bridge at night.
By a herd of horses.

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