Sitting in my foxhole alone, seemingly forgotten, peering through slitted eyes into the barren Saudi desert. The desert sun beating down upon me, sucking me dry of fluids. Time is at a standstill even void of sound or movement. Salty rivers of sweat spew from every pore but are quickly sucked up into the hot dry air dening me even of temporarily relief. My lungs are empty of breath, stripped by heat of moisture, so that I rasp and rattle as I suck in the dry air. Scorched within and without, I know only that if my relief fails to show soon, I would die only to become a sacrifice to the Saudi summer sun.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem while on guard-duty in Saudi during
DESERT STORM. The day was very hot and I didn,t bring
enought water and thought I was going to die.
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