Black BMW, Maroon Opel

There was a time in 2005 when
Suicide car bombs were all the rage;
In Baghdad mostly but Mosul too –
And we’d seen our share in Tal’Afar.

When we got intel that one was nearby
Being constructed or moved for a
Purpose unknown, description was always a
Maroon Opel, or a black BMW.

Always. Somewhere a twisted dealership who’s
Primary job was supplying the insurgency with
Reliable, affordable, uniformed tools of the trade
At a fair price…

So we’d be on the lookout and stop every
Car that met the description; One day
Being sent out to search specifically for both,
That being all the intel we had – search for those cars.

But gas prices in Syria had risen you see, and gas
In Iraq was cheap as hell, so everyone and their
Mother lined up at the fuel stations (that were open)
To buy as much gas as they could to smuggle –
‘Instant war profiteer – just add gas.’

A line of oh, I dunno – 150 cars stretched down route
Corvette as well as on the main thoroughfare; our
Job was to identify and search any maroon Opel’s
And black BMW’s looking for the car bombs.

So we walked for hours, down the line inspecting
Every opel or beemer that was the right color;
“We’re looking for suicide car bombs, right LT?”
Yes, that’s what we’re doing Morgan; “Well…

“How do we know when we’ve found one?”
Well, I suppose it’ll probably blow up. “Yeah.”
Yeah. The overall consensus – ‘this is fucking stupid’
The whole thing had a faint atmosphere of
the ridiculous about it…

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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