We went as we learned the
Basic soldiering skills
Customs and courtesies drilled
Into our heads always;

‘Fall-in’ shouted about ten
Times a day as the workweek went,
From motorpool Monday’s to Sergeant’s-
Time on Friday, months turning to years;

Back and forth we went,
Rotating in and out of the desert
Replacing the same patches and the
Same faces, rhythmic like the kick
Of the butt in your shoulder as
The belt jumps, and the bolt works
Over and over on the 240;

And the flag-draped caskets
Sunk into the ground
Planted in stone gardens that
Grow only tears and heartache,
With sickening repetition.

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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