(updated) The U. S. Army Ranger, A Poetic Series, The Journey Begins 5 - Poem by Reginald Walker
Book One: The Journey Begins
(This is a fictional poetic series and short story about events that never take place and about people that have never existed. Any representation of an actual event or person is purely coincidental in nature.)
Mission Five: Son you, are not in the army, right now.
That was the last time, I got myself shot.
Slowly, I sat on the field medic’s table.
Not everything went as I had thought.
I took on way more than I was able.
My captain entered the exam room.
He chewed my ass from end to end.
I knew immediately I was doomed.
I had almost killed all of my men.”
I took three months for me to recover.
I did not want to hang around the base.
I think I will go home to see my mother.
I get on a transport headed for any place.
My first night home in the city was rough.
My friends all ask me the same question.
I ate barbecue and drank all kind of stuff.
However, I never revealed any information.
Finally, I go home to lay on my old bed.
I had just starting into my cat napping.
’ Bitch, I will bust you upside your head.’
I can not believe this shit is happening.
As I said, I heard the words from my bed.
He was trying to hurt someone I hold dear.
I have to make sure this stupid fool is dead.
Quietly, outside in the dark alley, I appear.
Quickly, I grab my old Bowie knife.
I had prepared myself for the fight.
I was planning to take a man’s life.
I rushed to mom by the street light.
He never saw me, I came up from behind.
I quickly stabbed him in the meat of his thigh
‘Fool, ” I said, ‘you really must be out of mind.’
‘You tried to hurt my mom, now you must die.’
‘I planning to rip your heart from your chest.”
However, mom’s words stopped me somehow.
In my ears, her tender voice words came to rest.
‘My son, you are not in the Army, right now.’
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