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Departure

he prepares to leave the
homeland
he says his goodbyes

these words he shares
with his family

they could be his last

he cherishes this moment with them

until he returns

the shinook
makes its arrival
with his platoon on board

landing in a desert
infested with the
verminous

intel has a track
on their location
across a field

littered with mines

a team is needed to
recon the terrain
to clear a path
to the enemy

the heat of the sun
and the punishing sands
makes this mission a
difficult task

suddenly the dust erupts
in a morbid storm of flesh

their position is given away
given away

we're expected
to stack them high
against their reign
of fear and terror

to come out on the other side
with these scars for the rest of our lives

all we're doing is wasting our time
in the throes of a
never changing
paradigm

we fight their wars
while they're spending away
just a pawn
in their fucked up game

awaiting nightfall
to move in and strike
in accord with the shadows

to neutralize a threat
shown in our thermal
vision

a brief flash of light
and suddenly the
enemy is blinded

one swift motion
one less evil

no remorse for the
extermination of
these vile insects

the place that they
call home
will become their
fucking grave

upon evacuation
they are met with an ambush

bullets sink into the sand, filling his mouth with dirt

lifting off the ground
away from this nightmare

all that's left is the haunted land
of a wasted, costly effort

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