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My Story of Afghanistan in a nutshell

Poetry By: Bobby Evans

A poem of my first firefight and a brief overview of what it was like to fight the Taliban and a deployment in the Kunar Provence of Afghanistan.. It was hell but this is a brief summery of everyday life.. Hope you all enjoy reading it more than I enjoyed living it..

Submitted:Sep 10, 2011    Reads: 12    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

My Brief Story Of Afghanistan In A Nutshell

I remember like it was yesterday

I had no clue what to do the first time I heard that AK spray

I just got low and held down the trigger

I shot five hundred rounds our first firefight, I was a bragger

I was scared Im not gonna lie

The bullets were so close, bouncing offt he turret

I thought I was gonna die

But each time it became easier and easier

I thought I was a modern day warrior

We had over two hundred and fifty firefights in a years time

We would fight in washes and half way up mountain climbs

Anytime of the day they would hit us

Sometimes I would be amazed by their boldness

Shooting at us with choppers in the air

The were so high above us seeing them was rare

That sound of the crack when the bullet was inches away

To live the bullets just don't hit you it's the only way

Its like flipping a coin and if it lands on heads your shot

Oh and they always shoot at that perfect spot

Where I didn't have much cover so I had to run a long ways

It was only a matter of seconds but that felt like days

I've had bullets come so close I swear I could feel them

I remember after that would happen I would just say thank you lord, AMEN

If I was in a tight spot I would try to make myself smaller

Laughing to myself knowing I wouldn't fit behind this cover

After the fire lulled we would just move on like nothing ever happened

Laugh about their attempts but our senses would be heightened

Everyday was Groundhog Day repeating the same

We would go to the pro taliban villages and throw gas on the flame

They would shoot at us we would return fire and drop artillery

Sometimes we would use choppers too, they can also confirm a body

After that we would go back to our little base

Work out and feed our face

Shower up and call our loved ones

Before bed we would clean our gear and our guns

Then we would rack out and get some sleep

During the night we would rotate pulling guard while others would sleep

The next day rising before the sun

We would saddle up and go out looking for some fun

By Bobby J Evans

SGT United States Army

101st ABN DIV


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