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The Wondering Walk

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Walking back to the base
gives me too much time to think.
I imagine all the gun fire I’m hearing behind me.

Hearing screaming souls,
but I keep on walking.

I can’t stand seeing friends dying,
as I am ordered back to base.

I smell thick black smoke
from grenades exploding.

I hear the screams,
and I just want to cry
not knowing if I’ll make it home alive.

Still hearing the screaming souls,
but, I keep on walking.





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