wrot this in a letta to my brother, alpha comp. 1st Marine div.
killin headz for the government


these memories of our past i tried to forget
are enemies comin back an regret
sets in and plagues my exsistence
visions of your fatigues blood stained and sentences
blurred by the desert heat
deferred by the horrid rotting bodies
incurred by morbid hobbies of those you surround you
mortar shells that pound true
different spells of anger that invovle you
incoherent voices of strangers that ablsove crews
conditions i cant imagine or phathom
interventions icant begin to portray in versions
of respect that infects, addicts and infects
the close to, and sheds light to what you do
through heads of solid steele you dont agree
if they saw the dead theyd peel back and hold nines and 45 cals
beacause bodies of pals bring fear, hardly as hard lives
theyll shed a tear, an the targets bar strives,
we had a hard enough life dealt
never held business cards but felt like millionaires
wish we had those times back, the two of us a pair,
never seperated, endevers instanly anticipated,
i remember many things, but mostly my own secrets,
dismembered any kings, but blood was the sea set
dont remember pops cuz he was always workin,
dont remmber mom niether cuz she was either workin
or cursin at us to do somethin,
but that what i loved about comin home after a couple days
like she said trouble neva pays
but remember son jus like pops said,
you work hard pop a few shots get paid an get shot
its everybodys life---------------------------------------------------


info---fatigue if you dont know are the camo uniforms