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We are ready for war.

Our boots are dug into the trenches.

Our eyes reflect the flares above.

Cloudy skies, broken hearted lovers, and shells,

steaming hot, canvas what we call heaven.

They call us Angels but we have yet to rise and the

timeline in which we fall, you won't live to see.

So take your nap-sacs filled with ammo,

rations, letters from home and hold tight

to your fevered dreams of seeing tomorrow.

Then, just as dawn saddles the hills,

loosen the grip on your triggers

and sleep within twilight's arms.

Ray Strickland

May 03, 2022