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Submitted: September 08, 2018

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Submitted: September 08, 2018



*Command* ATTENTION!

December 5, 2013

The battle of Bleeker

Woodward Hall

Dormitory 305


I write letters like Dear John

But my letter is addressed

“Dear Faizan...”


Your enemy in combat

Blitz attack





You stripped me of my rank of pride

Pulled my uniform to my ankles

I was shot down by a round of bullets

Ammunition fired by the flick of your tongue

Eating me alongside your MRE

I was bombarded by your body

An armored tank slowly creeping on top of me

As you rolled further

I was demolished

Flattened to nothing

Your missile launched inside of me, over and over again

Helmet strapped to my mind

Around my memory  

To protect my sanity

You were a helicopter hovering above my existence

My unconscious being


Explosions disfigured my body like a broken doll

Destroyed my heart

Shattered my spirit

Wounds from your force caused me to bleed

Beads of sweat dripped down your face

Warpaint smeared across my face from the fallen tears

I took cover under the comforter

A grenade was thrown to my remains

You put all your effort into executing your mission to annihilate me

All while you camouflaged in the darkness


I never fully came home

My mind will never be the same

I remain on high alert


I have permanent wounds and scars from the battle we fought

And that I continue to fight every day

I am always under attack

My body forever a battleground


Soldiers don't need closure

Soldiers need a mission

Boots laced up tight

Ready to continue the march ahead

I will never surrender

I will never be conquered

I will survive

I am a soldier


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