Adrenaline

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Falklands 82

Adrenaline The

 

Tracer lit the night. 

While the screams of the dying  

Were drowned out,  

By the exploding shells.

No longer cold or wet.  

No thoughts of hunger. 

Just a surge, a rush.

The,

 

Body’d ......

Come alive.

 

Giajl © Jim Love

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It is said that war is made with long periods of boredom interspersed with frantic bursts of activity.
It is.

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