Post by waya on Apr 11, 2006 19:34:45 GMT -5
This is the first part to "This Is WAR!" I have broken it down into parts becouse it would be too long if I posted it all at once. I am basing this poem off the journal I kept while being deployed to the Middle East. The situations described actually happened to me and the unit I am assigned to. I also included a couple of definitions at the bottom for a couple of things that the average person might look at and go . Well here's the first part. Enjoy.
This Is WAR! Part 1
While back home after recieving orders,
I sit in an airplane waiting for takeoff.
Running over in my mind that this may
Verry well be my last time doing this,
I come to realize that this is no unit exercise,
This is WAR.
I look out the window watching all
The runway lights blurr past me,
We are airborn.
Making a stop before reaching
Our final destination,
Memories from my past resurface.
I have seen this place before,
This Germany.
A forign land I called home as a child.
Mant years have passed since I have set
Foot on these lands,
But all memories from these times
Flood back into my concious mind.
As the plane takes off all memories fade,
Once again dorment.
As I fly once again I bear no thoughts
of hope or peace,
Only the thought of war echoes in my mind.
How many lives will be lost?
When will it all end?
These thoughts still haunt me to this day.
I now set foot on a distant land
I have never been before,
Hoped to never see.
Clutching my rifle I get on a bus,
We travel for hours to the camp.
Our arrival is the one thing
Everyone had been hopeing for.
Our vehicles are waiting for us also.
Soon after our arrival in camp, we leave.
Heading north to uncertanty.
Not past the border, not yet.
We sit waiting in a barron desert,
Waiting for word from headquarters.
Practicing for many hours a day,
After a week we are ready.
Word comes down that the President
Declared that military force is a go.
We fill in our fighting positions*,
Climb into our vehicles,
And head for the border,
No more then two miles away.
Load our launchers* with our
Most deadly artillery projectiles*.
Aim,
Flip a switch,
And realise that this is no meer dream,
This is as real as it gets.
This is WAR!
Waya
*fighting positions- Holes dug in the ground (sand in our cases). the depth is how tall you are at your shoulders allowing space to crouch into if recieving hostile fire.
*launchers- My job in the army is with mobile rocket launching systems, capible of firing many types of rocket or missile payloads made just for the system.
*most deadly artillery projectiles- Called the "unitary" a g.p.s. guided missile capible of traveling over 300 miles with accuracy to within 5 feet of target. And it caries a payload of 500 pounds of explosives. The tip is designed to penitrate ground, armored vecicles and armored/reinforced bunkers.
This Is WAR! Part 1
While back home after recieving orders,
I sit in an airplane waiting for takeoff.
Running over in my mind that this may
Verry well be my last time doing this,
I come to realize that this is no unit exercise,
This is WAR.
I look out the window watching all
The runway lights blurr past me,
We are airborn.
Making a stop before reaching
Our final destination,
Memories from my past resurface.
I have seen this place before,
This Germany.
A forign land I called home as a child.
Mant years have passed since I have set
Foot on these lands,
But all memories from these times
Flood back into my concious mind.
As the plane takes off all memories fade,
Once again dorment.
As I fly once again I bear no thoughts
of hope or peace,
Only the thought of war echoes in my mind.
How many lives will be lost?
When will it all end?
These thoughts still haunt me to this day.
I now set foot on a distant land
I have never been before,
Hoped to never see.
Clutching my rifle I get on a bus,
We travel for hours to the camp.
Our arrival is the one thing
Everyone had been hopeing for.
Our vehicles are waiting for us also.
Soon after our arrival in camp, we leave.
Heading north to uncertanty.
Not past the border, not yet.
We sit waiting in a barron desert,
Waiting for word from headquarters.
Practicing for many hours a day,
After a week we are ready.
Word comes down that the President
Declared that military force is a go.
We fill in our fighting positions*,
Climb into our vehicles,
And head for the border,
No more then two miles away.
Load our launchers* with our
Most deadly artillery projectiles*.
Aim,
Flip a switch,
And realise that this is no meer dream,
This is as real as it gets.
This is WAR!
Waya
*fighting positions- Holes dug in the ground (sand in our cases). the depth is how tall you are at your shoulders allowing space to crouch into if recieving hostile fire.
*launchers- My job in the army is with mobile rocket launching systems, capible of firing many types of rocket or missile payloads made just for the system.
*most deadly artillery projectiles- Called the "unitary" a g.p.s. guided missile capible of traveling over 300 miles with accuracy to within 5 feet of target. And it caries a payload of 500 pounds of explosives. The tip is designed to penitrate ground, armored vecicles and armored/reinforced bunkers.
