Being Blunt
There was a feel of permanent twilight.
It was sad to watch.
His jaw was in his throat.
He was a citizen and a soldier.
A stupid mistake.
That's all it was, a mistake.
That was simple, I thought.
But it had killed Kiowa.
I try not to dwell on it.
All the illusions gone.
My best friend.
My pride.
Too much gone.
Even now, I haven't finished sorting it out.
It's time to be blunt.
It's a war.
You're in a place where you don't belong.
Flat, dreary, and remarkable.
This isn't civilization.
This is Nam.-
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