The Guilty-Self

Across the camp they huddle up

Check their gear, plot the route

Or just get off shift and contemplate

Going for a jog, or to the gym.

Day two-hundred and whatever,

Stopped counting. Stopped thinking.

Tortured by boredom, surrounded by death

Stopped dreaming. Or stopped praying.

The only thing worth praying for

Around here day-to-day is the sick

Sensation of knowing some poor sucker’s

Time is up today – you just hope it’s not you.

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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