Tank Encounter:
Hotter than hell
Baking in a helmet and protective gear
Echoing engine in his ears
A woman in black with a bag approaches
He commands a track
She is coming closer
The TC yells for her to stop
She speaks loudly at him, still coming
No one understands
No one could hear
Two different languages
Doomed to failure
Intent unknown, hostile?
A possible suicide bomber
No uniform to distinguish
The shouting continues
Voices, engines, clatter
Fear and panic take hold
Shots fired, raining brass
She hits the ground, dead
Instantly it's over
Seconds, seemingly forever
So short this span in a life
So dire its consequences
A bag of bread
Reality and remorse
Lines unclear...
Photo Op:
Rolling in a convoy
Standing orders
Keep intervals, stay inside
Don't expose yourself to enemy fire
Occidental tourist, uniformed
Disregarding war wisdom and command
Bragging beauty, curious land
Stepping outside on a stall
Quick photo op
Sniper nearby
Quick killshot op
Whose to blame, dead son
Letter home
Anger and loss
Lines unclear...
Oil Drum:
On the street corner
A junked oil drum
Realible passing
Hadji everywhere
Some keeping watch, waiting
The enemy is always near
Everytime area is busy with them
Today is different
The street is empty
The intersection empty
Just the drum
The convoy passes
An IED detonates
Schrapnel flies
Blast crater, vanished drum
Casualties taken
Disabled, and in pain
Homeward bound
Worried and afraid
Lines unclear...