Unnamed Track, Sarimbun, at noon

My muse says, more war poetry.

Here's some memories from my NS days. Actually, I have posted it before, but I edited it with an intention to submit it to an on-line journal.

Not too sure if this version is better.

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image by dsnake1

Unnamed Track, Sarimbun, at noon

Somehow

       I drew sentry duty.
       Cursing my luck,
       I hung a tattered red flag
       on a rusted pole.
       Who will notice
       this warning
       in this free fire zone?

       I yawned
       beneath a scorching sun
       as APCs creaked by
       lurching like drunk rhinos
       into the shade of the jungle,
       the dust hung like a veil
       over a tortured track
       scarred to fossilised furrows.

       I laid belligerently
       in the tall grass
       swatting sand flies, mosquitos
       chain-smoking
       dreaming
       of my village girls
       their smiles, their thighs,
       their etc
       as 20mm Oerliekon shells
       shattered wooden targets

somewhere.



01-12-89
24-06-06 (Revised)
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APCs : Armoured Personnel Carriers