Forty-four jarheads stacked in a sardine bus.
They failed to mention the brow engulfing sweat.
Hurry up and wait is the ethos of us.
“Yut yut, oorah, devil dog…”
Give it a fucking rest.
We’re nobody yet,
Stop pretending like you are.
Live free, die hard?
It’s never that glorious.
There exist necessary brutalities of this thing called war.
Of which your memory will forever be a part.
Notorious.
