June 1, 2010
Bullets whizzing by me.
Looking like fireflies.
I couldn’t speak loud enough,
I had to scream to get his attention,
“Where are we!?” I yelled. And my brother said,
“Afghanistan! Get your damn helmet on,
and shoot at 45 West!” Scared, I
pick up my gun, and
open my eyes to see my bed.

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