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[title] => Persian Gulf War
[time] => 2017-12-27 18:55:17
[hometext] => Author: E. Wayne Searles
[bodytext] => My personal experience We wore our woodland greens to do our desert chore Many miles from our base in Germany landing in the night not knowing what was in store 27 years ago young and excited to go Anxious to see battle how little did I really know It was not Vietnam it was not World War Two The death and carnage was not as bad this war was something new There was death there were times I was scared At first I was excited to go there and now for my life I had feared Different situations changed the way I would feel Some things I would see or smell my youth those moments would steal Burning oil wells smoke so thick, hard to breathe the air There were bodies burned to a crisp all you could do is stare The sight of the bunkers booby traps left behind Iraqi soldiers were giving up but were leaving surprises for us to find This war was different but something was in the sand and air It’s killing so many Veterans many years later with no despair Driving over a land mine hearing that sudden shatter and bang First dawning a chemical mask as my ears still rang Seconds moved fast but yet time moved so very slow Making the right decisions in a moment as crazy as so There were other events that changed my life I say Being left in the middle of the desert while my unit just rolled away Many hours pure darkness but voices to be heard Scared to death M16 locked and loaded is what I endured Then comes the day a day that never leaves my head When three small kids run in front of my truck and two of them, their death I dread The dust was thick stopping was not an option for me It could have been an ambush something I was not able to see These things I live with for 27 years, each and every day I was young and wanted to serve my country but now have a high price to pay Gulf War Veteran Written: 28 December 2017 By: Author E. Wayne Searles Copyright © 2017 E. Wayne Searles All Rights Reserved [comments] => 1 [counter] => 88 [topic] => 43 [informant] => waynster [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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