I can explain myself as a soldier,
lessons of blood earned by heart.
I can reach through words
and pull you closer to war,
the one you paid for,
rung by sung a saga
history misses in its rumble through the ruins.
Glimpse the glitter-green tracers at Fire Base Nervous,
small unit tactics with indirect fire near LZ Shithole,
booby traps and body bags up the Song Con,
later, in a footnote, we died there.