Its dark. I can't move. My whole body is paralyzed. Lying flat on my back, the ceiling fan spins with a hypnotizing whooping sound as I stare motionless through a dark bedroom. I'm trying to scream but I don't make any noise. I try to nudge my wife lying next to me so that maybe she can wake me up. I'm in a trance, still asleep, but my eyes are wide open.
Far away I'm lying in an army bunk within a large warehouse type building. Outside the building stands a wall. Outside the wall a huge explosion rocks the warehouse and the very earth that we walk on.
MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!
I've seen enough, I don't want to see anymore. I don't want to think of them anymore, their faces, the frightened ones. All they wanted to do was be safe.
I'm awake now. She woke me up, "are you ok?", she asks.
"I'm ok", as I roll over to go back to sleep, but I don't really.
GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS and all those for which the war still rages within.
NufCed
