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Bloodied Fatigues
I had never seen
Black as dark as this
Nor had I felt
Pain as intense as this
In a blinding flash
The pain disappeared
And before me
Was a room of the purest white
Standing like a stain
In this beautiful room
Feeling dirty in my
Bloodied fatigues
I see a door
Across the room
As I approach it
The door swings open
Silently a foot appears
In a polished black shoe
I blink and then see
There standing before me
Someone I never thought
I'd see again
I blink a second time
And more soldiers appeared
With a third blink
The final soldier
Steps through the door
There before me
Stands four people
Who I watched bleed
Never to be seen again
Or so I thougt
Standing tall
In pressed uniforms
Brass shining like a new penny
Polished shoes
And white gloves
They look at me
And I return the gaze
Finally one spoke
"Come with us, soldier.
You have seen enough
Of that hell."
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