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The Battle Of Bunk Bed Ridge
The Battle for Bunk Bed Ridge
First published in The Rusty Nail
The little green men were made of plastic
and fashioned like heroes
from world war two.
Some held bazookas. Others: mortars.
Machine guns. Pistols. Mine sweepers.
Others gripped grenades,
Arms cocked in constant readiness.
Some drove tanks. Others crawled
through imaginary mud.
They stood on feet, or crouched with knees, molded
to plastic stands. Some took shelter
behind sandbags. The bravest stood,
ready to advance.
The medics were safe.
One unit commanded by father
by me, facing off in my room.
My territory stretched
from the wooden blue toy box
his from the lower bunk,
the one my brother slept in,
and we both met in the center.
Common kitchen knives were used
to determine the lengths
of troop movements and the radius
One bazooka shot could take out twenty men,
if you were accurate.
It was a winner- take- all battle.
To the last man standing:
the undeclared spoils of victory.
Usually, a bowl of ice cream.
Father always paid.
My army took heavy causalities, yet advanced
towards Bunk Bed Ridge,
steadily, winning the battle—a sniper the lone obstacle
The seven year old would triumph over
the old man.
We continued advancing, up
Bunk Bed Ridge and took out the sniper.
Victory was mine!
And then, the trap
the hidden tank, escorted
by half a dozen infantrymen.
Doomed. The Allies would fall!
As dad commanded his battalion to advance
on my surrounded men,
I said “shit”
for the first time.
all rights reserved. Copyright Justin W. Price, December 30th, 2011.
Thanks for Reading.
A FREELANCE WRITER, HONORS STUDENT AND GOVER PRIZE FINALIST, JUSTIN W. PRICE (AKA, PDXKARAOKEGUY)IS A POET, SHORT STORY, BIOGRAPHY AND HUMOR WRITER. HIS POETRY COLLECTION,DIGGING TO CHINA, WAS RELEASED FEBRUARY 2ND, 2013 BY SWEATSHOPPE PUBLICATIONS AND IS AVAILABLE ON AMAZON.COM, BARNES AND NOBLE AND THROUGH YOUR LOCAL BOOKSELLER.
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