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3/4/10 - Lt. Coleman
28th OSN VV "Vitjaz" Spetsnaz
Yinchuan
They mention this path, straight and narrow
they said it was no easy task, and that prayer was essential
but i think another something is necessary since shipping on prayers aint always expedential
the carnage on my path is abundant, filled with bleeding bones and marrow
no matter how much good i do, i cant sleep at night.
I saw a middle aged man about an hour ago
he had two children, two parents, and a wife
he raised an assault rifle at me - i raised a Deagle first and ended his life
the .45 slug split through the cheekbone separating death from life, and face from bone
i no longer envision those around me when i fight.
I dont think about what i do, its just a reflex in a game
my mind erased the faces from my conscious so that i might survive
i see people around me weeping on the red sand of agony that saps out their lives
some have stopped even base functions. they've stopped eating sleeping and thinking all the same
like rusted robots they lumber until one with a faster trigger finger has them in sight
I save lives only to watch them unceremoniously ended when i put them down
bullets of hatred, grenades of indifference, and mines of begrudge-ment claim all
the wounded lay crying out to no one. soldiers that can still move walk right past where they fall
no one tries anymore. even i found that id be killing many later, so save a few now.
i tossed the last mortally wounded fellow my canteen of water, just cause it felt right
I guess the other thing necessary is what others forget to pack the most of - resolve
they can take your weapons, your armor, your friends, even you heart, but never your will
i myself will not stop fighting until i am no more, or until God himself is killed
i can imagine myself at a bar with any of these people. how did men come to this? a mystery to be solved
i pray not to die. i fear i am not yet in the light.
[p.s.] i think i have finally gotten the hand of writing with my left hand, this third week since i lost my right arm.
3/4/10 - Lt. Coleman
28th OSN VV "Vitjaz" Spetsnaz
Yinchuan
They mention this path, straight and narrow
they said it was no easy task, and that prayer was essential
but i think another something is necessary since shipping on prayers aint always expedential
the carnage on my path is abundant, filled with bleeding bones and marrow
no matter how much good i do, i cant sleep at night.
I saw a middle aged man about an hour ago
he had two children, two parents, and a wife
he raised an assault rifle at me - i raised a Deagle first and ended his life
the .45 slug split through the cheekbone separating death from life, and face from bone
i no longer envision those around me when i fight.
I dont think about what i do, its just a reflex in a game
my mind erased the faces from my conscious so that i might survive
i see people around me weeping on the red sand of agony that saps out their lives
some have stopped even base functions. they've stopped eating sleeping and thinking all the same
like rusted robots they lumber until one with a faster trigger finger has them in sight
I save lives only to watch them unceremoniously ended when i put them down
bullets of hatred, grenades of indifference, and mines of begrudge-ment claim all
the wounded lay crying out to no one. soldiers that can still move walk right past where they fall
no one tries anymore. even i found that id be killing many later, so save a few now.
i tossed the last mortally wounded fellow my canteen of water, just cause it felt right
I guess the other thing necessary is what others forget to pack the most of - resolve
they can take your weapons, your armor, your friends, even you heart, but never your will
i myself will not stop fighting until i am no more, or until God himself is killed
i can imagine myself at a bar with any of these people. how did men come to this? a mystery to be solved
i pray not to die. i fear i am not yet in the light.
[p.s.] i think i have finally gotten the hand of writing with my left hand, this third week since i lost my right arm.
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