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My presence is blessed to have met you and your purpose,
For in this junction I have met mine. You are thankful as I am welcome, I'm certain.



Sergeant, reporting for duty. Marksman. The formatted unruly.
My fight is fledgeling, civilians pledging I don't get to do me.
Fuck it. Pack of cigs and a light. Patrols per Top's order. ALRIGHT!!
Action, people!!! Yet, these aren't actionable people. Will we fight?
Charlies are too far off to shoot!!! What kind of war is this??
They should pass a census to whom this war's been gifted!
More than born for this shit!!! These gooks need a spanking!!
They call us green, yet these tree huggers are belaying our training!!
You burned our barracks... fanning flames, ironically, and moronically so.
And since your hopes are afloat, bask in that act as we ram gas down your throats!
This isn't Woodstock! This wood stock is attached to a carbine, It's our time!
In no way shape or form will you restrict me with a flower, peace and Keep Calm signs!
"Hold!" We're doing that! But students act, throwing rubble. We threw some back!!!
"Your!" -You're- what? You're stupid captain! Their rushing our position like a gook's attack!
"Fire!!" Fuck yea! Open up on these Char- oh shit... what are we doing??? Who's move was that?
"Cease fire!!! Cease fire!!!" Fuck... what are we all fighting for? Which view's intact?



I put on. Shoes, pants, blouse, and ideology equip my bare existence.
My soul is of insecurity... and is to no surprise I cloak its appearance.
We all need a cause and because that is true, there's an insistance...
That horns will meet, engage and permit a win to the persistent.
We are but the same, you and I. And for that, I resent what you are.
True to a name's label, an anomaly, blanketed by company from afar.
You all are the same as each other. Each's father and mother. Each story.
All think as one another, as it is plain, your ensuing predicament's mandatory.
I love that you are you. You make me proud to be me. Now...
With that said, our nature and the nature of our interaction's proof that love's foul.



ROTC cadet. Ready to succeed. After a degree comes Army fatigues.
Alarming to who'd say I'm charming, but jeez... I'm only starting to 'get' life and all that it means!
These lost and recovered hoist fists like flags of fortune. We barely grasped a task this enormous,
Simply speaking of opinion, versus pitchforks and torches.
Still, bettering gas deployments, unmasked. Alas, enjoyment!
Invigorating! The oppressive, mitigating... titillating. How groovy to have endured this!
I feel included. Complete. Or is it completely stupid?
Rallies speak, "Political pigs, your days are numbered!"... is 'Nam this big of a movement?
The fallacies proposed of students...
"We are going to eradicate the problem" ...as a means to an end of a nuisance?
Not an excuse to avoid the elephant in the room?! It's spitting on undug graves of doomed men!
Angered. Stewing. A renewed sense of this mood intrudes in.
Burning barracks, riots against the man. First Amendment at hand.
Drab jeeps and bull horns. Jeers from the shag heads, flowers and flipped birds- fight's chance.
Troops in the remote courtyard corner... kneeling stance?
Ironic they fire upon their past to precure their future. "I Can't Believe HE SHOT ME!!!" Damn.


My presence is blessed to have met you and your purpose,
For in this junction I have met mine. You are thankful as I am welcome, I'm certain.