Night Sounds Gnaw For Decades Survivor Days
sentries are we who hear
are haunted by shrill sounds
sounds we heard sounds
nights in jungle line cam masks
fear rank heat sweats insects
in nights crawl drag never ends
as we lay in frag illusions
safe behind wired claymores
we laid in killing grounds
as silent as combat night prayers
black clothed crawled flesh shadows
into embrace welcome waiting mines
fan teethed fan-shaped are fury patterns
steel balls arc in 60-degree horizontals
at a casualty radius instant to 100 meters
overlapping optimum effective ranges
primed 50 meter multiple kill zones
guard defense stealth our fixed mortars
tripped claymores roared aim welcomes
each 700 steel spheres direction frag fixed
tripwire released rains into killing zones
eardrums ring eyes sight red dance lines
tracer spews forth cutting night ribbons
as GPMGs sweep prepared cut fire lines
M16s rise up firing 20 round magazines
dancing on full automatic flash eliminators
flame anger fire as night vision lost sights
contact probe rips into three VC souls shreds
instant youth terminated on defensive wires
a fourth is gut shot agony yards slow crawls
fire will flame burn his last agonized hours
in darkness hear dying stomach bled pleas
stillness but for bark cough his death rattles
each breath night paced apart in long seconds
silence silence silence weighted wake nerves
terror enfolds nightmare gasps repeat silences
each breath an audience in ambush set chills
this human boy alone in darkness agony dies
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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