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Ohhhhh yeaaaa yeaaaa, waking up, middle of the night, terrified, the flash was so bright, no way it came from a dream, i was back right there again. Smell of iron floating through the air, I can still taste the blood I swear. Confusion hits they call it a fog, bullets snapping at our heads ieds blasting up the road. A bunch of kids lookin for a fight, we got what we asked for in the darkness of the very first night. Muzzle blasts pointed our way. RPG’s sloppily aimed. Nvgs mounted on top of killers properly trained, dead of night lasers take aim, bullets blast with precision and pain. Hajis scream out their lords name in vain.

It all comes back in the middle of night, doesn’t matter how long iv been out the fight, bullets whip and screams of pain remain always echoing in the black parts of my Brain.

Waking up still, it’s the middle of night, sweat soaked I was just in that fight. But how because I’m back home, grab my gun and make sure im alone. Too much noise always be fuckin with me, sometimes Im right back where i wanna be, close my eyes and there I am, i never came home, I miss Afghanistan.

PTSD riddled broken vet is what they say, oh he couldn’t handle the price he paid, but what they don’t know is I miss it every day, if it was up

To thats where I would have stayed… soft ground, no marker place, an unmarked spot in a world losing space. Still no respite even tho they say with time we can heal from our pain, it’s been and it all remains, I miss the days when I had no brain