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The Grenade

Updated on April 18, 2016

Along a tall wooden fence

soldiers in a rat maze

each with pack and weapon

a smell of field five days

some soldiers scratch their heads

under the helmet heat,

through each strategic blast.

Silenced and in silence

they stood with yard long gaze

to concrete lines open

where the drill Sgt. stays

the smells of burning threads

from over the concrete

through each strategic blast.

Practice grenade offense

here under the suns rays

a weak arm to threaten

not to throw these grenades

the other side embedded

shrapnel and bunker meet

through each strategic blast.

The blowback was immense

the soldier in a daze

the Drill Sgt. was on

soldiers back where he lays

this Drill Sgt. instead

the dust was in a sheet

through each strategic blast.

From left to right commence

no longer being phased

by the lack of warm sun

or where dead corpses lay

many soldiers were dead

shades of shrapnel to greet

through each strategic blast.

On this day near the fence

soldier and Sgt. stays

to fight again or run

explosion where it lays

another night with no beds

only cold Aspen seats

through each strategic blast.

The Sgt. lost his sense

his life became a maze

felt fondness for weapons

no longer knew his days

many friends lost their heads

he lost his in the heat.


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      Jamie Lee Hamann 21 months ago from Reno NV

      Thank you shanmarie and Shyron I am so glad you stopped by to read this. I was trying to condense two stories in one with a discussion on PTD. I feel that this one might need an edit or two before I reach this goal. I am starting a collection of my war poems. Jamie

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      Shyron E Shenko 21 months ago from Texas

      Jamie, this rips at one's heart, when we visualize the reality of facing death and destruction. Awesome writing.

      Blessings my friend, hope all is well with you.

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      shanmarie 21 months ago

      Wow. Powerful battle tale hear. When I was in high school I remember writing a poem about war. We had to do two versions of it. One from a more positive perspective and one from the other perspective. My first version was about the glory of war. . .a young boy eager to go to battle to defend his country. The other was about how unglorious it actually is. I remember one like askes what's so glorious about lying in a ditch?

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 21 months ago from Reno NV

      Thank you always exploring. Jamie

      Gus - I can see your dilemna. I need to change that repetitive line I think. Maybe just the word silent. I kept flashing back to when we would practice throwing grenades when I was in the Army and we would put in our ear protection. The flaw here is that in combat ear protection would not have been worn. Thank you for pointing that out and bringing that to my attention. Jamie

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      Gustave Kilthau 21 months ago from USA

      jhamann - You wrote it so that we could be there - discomfort, fear, the sergeant and all of that. But there was one thing that escaped my understanding -"those silent massive blasts." Blasts I do understand for I have experienced some. All the same, I do not recall the silent kind. Maybe all that I need is an explanation that, somehow, I missed.



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      Ruby Jean Fuller 21 months ago from Southern Illinois

      This is a compelling analysis of a battle fought and lost in the heat of war.Touching and heartfelt!!!!