October 19, 2011
By ctwhit SILVER, St. Peters, Missouri
ctwhit SILVER, St. Peters, Missouri
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The black smoke rose above the trees.
The fire burned and burned,
destroying what evidence had been left
and the remnants of the base.

The soldiers marched away,
hand in hand, brothers in arms.
Everything they knew
had been put to the test.

The training they had received,
and the months they had spent
preparing had all led up
to this glorious moment.

From infiltrating the perimeter
to sneaking towards the main base.
From the hailstorm-like firefight that arose
to the torching of the shack.

The sense of victory they had shared,
the triumphant roar of cheers.
The feeling that could never be felt
by anyone other than them.

The author's comments:
I wrote several poems for my Creative Writing class, and we were told to pick one to send in to be published. I liked this one the best, as it covered a very real and serious topic in the world.

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