(Thoughts of an American soldier working with Iraqi soldier.)
What would the sunset reveal,
If not the color
That springs from the detritus
Of embedded armies?
I could share this pot
With the local beside me,
But what would we do for conversation?
He doesn’t speak English.
If he spoke English
Maybe we wouldn’t be here.
We could simply explain our concerns
And how we mean to do right.
Guy looks scared.
Guess I look the same,
Just more stuff on my belt.
Don’t like this place.
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