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Yearly Archives: 2018

Thanksgiving Bondsteel

I saw a friend there. From McClellan. We staged the trucks Machine guns And bullets. We rode out hungry and cold. Muddy roads and snow.


The problem with life is you think it should have meaning. So you grow up and work hard to get into college, to get a job, to get married, to have babies to have meaning. But the thing is, there is no meaning. They buried their dead in tombs of stone because they believed we […]


I was once trapped in a room with a navy wannabe who wanted to know how I cleaned myself after shooting a motherfucker. I kept quiet. And he went away with noise and anger. I have been hit. I have been bitten. But always I have never.


For so long I have wanted peace. In the green hills of Washington covered by weeping trees. I walk amongst them confessing my sins. They listen they do not forgive.


And then we missed retreat. While stacking footlockers And breaking in. Because the babies were up And housing wouldn’t be in until Reveille.

Song of the diesel radio

He’s losing his teeth one by one. And then all at once.