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The dust filled lungs,
Covered my face.
Clung to my clothes .....
Tanned my body!
Made it a dirty red,
Licking my cracked lips.
I smelled history,
Tasted grit.
Mixed with lions Piss,
And elephants shit!
A lone tree ,
Provided shade........
But not for us!
Wild and yet untamed.
Africa
December1981.
Giajl © Jim Love
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By early May 82 I would be cold soaked wet through on the smokey hill of Darwin during the War in the Falklands.
Paratrooper's don't die........ they go to Hell and regroup!!!
Nice line
"I smelled history" - yeah ~~A~~