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The Party We stood talking as the steaks cooked You said I had the longest eyelashes you'd ever seen And you were going to write your wife and tell her about me You hoped one day I could meet the wonderful woman who stole your heart It was a party, after all A time to forget the harsh realities of war And remember the good things waiting for us Back in the World The steaks were done and I was invited to sit at the Colonel's table We would talk more after dinner When I heard the three thumps I looked at the Colonel still enjoying his steak And knew my ears must have simply mistaken the sounds for incoming This was, after all, a Divarty Party and the Colonel knew his men must man the guns if we were under attack _____________ But as the next rounds began exploding in the middle of the party I looked questioningly at the Colonel as he disappeared into the distance I knew not the location of the bunker and was well aware that the men were running not to the bunker but to the guns So I looked around hoping to spot you long enough to ask where I should go and was relieved to see you still there You looked at me yelled something and pointed But as I started to ask you to repeat what you yelled you disintegrated in a flash of light and a splash of red The horror froze me as I stared at the scattered red fragments that were once you and a guilt gripped my soul that has forever blocked the memory of how I finally got to the bunker _____________ The next thing I remember is standing dazed in the bunker when a boy came up and handed me the tail fin from a mortar "This one almost killed you," he said "So I thought you ought to have it." I've kept that tail fin all these years, but I would rather have met your wife. emily strange ©1988 Website: American Red Cross Donut Dollie - Emily Strange Email: strange@tds.net |
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