Rat-A-Tat-Tat-Tat
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat
Splattering rain echoes
Vibrating metal roof
Tin machine gun coughs
An endless spray
Of liquid bullets
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat
Swirling thoughts
Run through my mind
The trance like state
I’m lulled into
Forgets my surroundings
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat
Yelling and screaming
Opens my eye
Machine gun in hand
I squeeze the trigger
And hear a returning
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat
The enemy subsides
Dreamily I’m aware
This is not home
No metallic roof or rain
But another day of war
Authors Note:
This scenario is a reality for to many of our young men and women in uniform.
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Robert Williford
Honorably discharged disabled veteran from Arkansas. Did a 12 month tour in Europe and a 6 week deployment to Northwest Africa. I speak a little German and a lot of Spanish. Many Vets lose their way/purpose in life. Your new mission in life, the most important you will ever have, is to become a better father, husband, son and neighbor. It doesn't make you weak to become a better human being. You don't have to be one of the military statistics who either commit suicide or end up in prison.
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