Fort Jackson


As I peer at meaningful men aiming their guns in an open field,
I wish not to kill but make the enemy yield.
I notice motionless men lying down.
Brutal bloodstains are now rampant on every part of the ground.
There is gleaming moonlight shining over the earth.
Water quietly falls upon the injured and gives a feeling of rebirth.
With all this haze and fog, no one can see.
This weather seems unpredictable, like a nightmare's dream.
Boom! Boom! There's the barbaric, beating, of a drum.
We all gather nervously, our foes have come.
The men howl with trepidation and from others come malevolent moans
The cannons fire as I hear the explosion of my friend's bones.
Do I stop because I cannot handle this?
Did I sign up knowing that there is not one hint of bliss?
Getting up, I wonder what I should do.
What's my first task? I don't even have a clue.
Shaking and overwhelmed with fear,
I'm scared that my own end may be near.
Grief-stricken and sad of my wounded pal,
I took an oath to fight and protect, so I shall.
I'm mentally tired and physically exhausted.
I'm mentally tired and physically exhausted.
I'm mentally tired and physically exhausted.

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