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Redacted Memories.
The rack that I wore just as colorful reminders of what was expected to adore.
From the dead to dying oak leafs that rest along my path.
To the stars of the wars. willfully chosen. Without hesitation, ready to bear this unknown, unexpected fear.
The painful sacrifice is cleverly hidden behind echelon stripes portraying leadership. What have I really been a part of but another hollow attempt inorder to be praised with easily erased words etched upon elegant parchment. Always reminded never to let the story be told. Sold by a cunning distraction, a reward for those who shut their mouths and move forward
The whistling of uncertainty from above, the minutes seem like hours. To my left some cower. To my right there in freight.
With embedded ideals of duty responded we did to the call of Arms. Strategic movements quickly turn into a realization as glances from left to right. Force us to stare. A gaze that would paralyze all that could be done. Losing our focus on our destination insight. Not by choice overwhelmed with a sense of self perseverance. He was young and looked for a pause in my display of resolve. Knowing what is right he follows me through constant scattered explosions ever so near.
With in sight A call we sought to answer. Interrupted when this gray sky opens wide All around uncertain about this familiar sound whistling. In less than a moment's time to react.
His demeanor was that of disciplined, precision focus On my every action.
Around this patch work waste we have called home the ground shakes. Gravel flies peppering our faces. Oh how I don't want to die. To choose to move the short distance only to have not made a difference when you meet your end. So I decided with a cry out and threw him grabbing and pulling. Beneath this passing. All so to hopefully survive..your life was intertwined with the conflicting decisions I was forced to make. To ensure our families will not cry today. Expected to not to second guess. rather to press forward though the flames.
Alone confidently I would not have thought about falling.
Something within seeing a reluctantly held back quiver upon his pale face.
Most have never seen the sand and vast terrain secretly concealing within unfamiliar beauty. Beauty desirous of a seldomly unforgivable thirst, quenched only by the complacency of delusional cogs’
He knew who we were and what we were was capable of. Still as if followed by forsighted remorse. I knew it was too much to ask him was he not aware of how scared we all were.
© DJN87
From the dead to dying oak leafs that rest along my path.
To the stars of the wars. willfully chosen. Without hesitation, ready to bear this unknown, unexpected fear.
The painful sacrifice is cleverly hidden behind echelon stripes portraying leadership. What have I really been a part of but another hollow attempt inorder to be praised with easily erased words etched upon elegant parchment. Always reminded never to let the story be told. Sold by a cunning distraction, a reward for those who shut their mouths and move forward
The whistling of uncertainty from above, the minutes seem like hours. To my left some cower. To my right there in freight.
With embedded ideals of duty responded we did to the call of Arms. Strategic movements quickly turn into a realization as glances from left to right. Force us to stare. A gaze that would paralyze all that could be done. Losing our focus on our destination insight. Not by choice overwhelmed with a sense of self perseverance. He was young and looked for a pause in my display of resolve. Knowing what is right he follows me through constant scattered explosions ever so near.
With in sight A call we sought to answer. Interrupted when this gray sky opens wide All around uncertain about this familiar sound whistling. In less than a moment's time to react.
His demeanor was that of disciplined, precision focus On my every action.
Around this patch work waste we have called home the ground shakes. Gravel flies peppering our faces. Oh how I don't want to die. To choose to move the short distance only to have not made a difference when you meet your end. So I decided with a cry out and threw him grabbing and pulling. Beneath this passing. All so to hopefully survive..your life was intertwined with the conflicting decisions I was forced to make. To ensure our families will not cry today. Expected to not to second guess. rather to press forward though the flames.
Alone confidently I would not have thought about falling.
Something within seeing a reluctantly held back quiver upon his pale face.
Most have never seen the sand and vast terrain secretly concealing within unfamiliar beauty. Beauty desirous of a seldomly unforgivable thirst, quenched only by the complacency of delusional cogs’
He knew who we were and what we were was capable of. Still as if followed by forsighted remorse. I knew it was too much to ask him was he not aware of how scared we all were.
© DJN87
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