Our War

This is the only thing I've written in a good while.

Our War

That is,                                    first contact

exciting he was dead I                                    wanted

to kill                           them him eye               for eye

distance           I                       angry   and

  his                                          blood was on my shirt

from where I’d carried his body armour

I only cried when I read the letter

aloud I’d written to his mother telling

the story of his death, how it had all

happened, that the sergeant had given

him mouth to mouth and his signs of

life had given us hope

Don’t you drop him you fucking cunts. Don’t you dare drop him. Drop him and I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking shoot you in the fucking head.

1 in a million or a million million or something or
shot. the hole was tiny. he’s not losing

much blood he's

He’s dead. [subtitles: He’s dead.]

Exit wound at the front. He’s hit. Man down

man down the line. I couldn’t say it, I

won’t believe it. Man down man

down it needed passing. Must get to the sergeant

safe at back. No point. MAN DOWN.

LWMG. 30-40:1

I developed epilepsy & later an intolerance

to senseless pain. Now I am a teacher.

3^rd Platoon, 1^st Royal Anglican

Guidance: Contains very strong language and some upsetting scenes.