Small

Back at home you have a house or apartment

Rooms, things, space

Out here you live far more simply

Un-succembed to the rat-race


Your CHU is your home – all you have this time

Be it shared or housed alone

When out on patrol it’s the Stryker you’ve got

In summer’s heat, winter’s chill to the bone


You dismount for days with your pack

You carry what you need

Little room inside for comfort things

Keep warm or dry – no greed


The food you need and water’s life

Extra radio batteries

Some frag-grenades and candy bars

Don’t forget more magazines


And in the fight you drop away

What only weighs you down

Just your helmet, vest, a utility pouch

Get you closer to the ground


What’s on you now is what you’ve got

Uniform and skin your home

Behind a berm or in some ditch

Your own little catacomb


Dodge the fire, move to the fight

You’ve got more things to do

Map in your pocket guides you right

Back ‘home’ when fighting’s through


Unless it’s bad, going quickly south

Your Kevlar hug and helmet’s hide

These are where you’ll live till it’s through

As your hope is shrunken inside


The world is big and you are small

But You are what you control

Don’t be afraid, war takes your life

But cannot take your soul

About anotherwarriorpoet

Mathew Bocian served as a Captain in the United States Army with the Stryker Brigade and was deployed to Mosul and Tal'Afar in 2004 - 2005, and to Baghdad for The Surge in 2007 - 2008. He left the Army in 2012 and now uses his poetry as a way to heal from the traumas of war, while attempting to express to readers the realities of war. He is the recipient of the Bronze Star and Purple Heart, and holds a master's from the Graduate School for Public and International Affairs at the University of Pittsburgh.
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