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they were war torn lovers

in an unconventional way

he, the young, scared soldier

she, the rifle that saved his life

almost every battle ridden day

certainly they had their moments of tribulation

yet the triumphs out shone the disappointments

one by one

he was a green kid fresh off a dairy farm

she, a top notch gut loader his captain raved

whose bang sent seasoned fighters on their

spirited way out of such dreaded harm's reach

just how many men/boys in those terrible

escalating numbers shared such high regard

for their own weaponry and gear

who can say really, looking back

if such relationship was healthy or unhealthy

when it came to those men and how they reconciled

to kill and fight as a temporary change in career

I like to focus on that one special young man

calling his weapon his loud lovely in the thick

of every fierce fight

and the notion that he wouldn't trade her at

any conceivable moment for even a thousand

life saving points of valuable hindsight.......

(written Jan 23,2005 11pm)


Author's Notes/Comments: 

inspired by some old world war II footage I watched on the history channel the other night.

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