Battle Rattle

Battle Rattle

A Poem by Baby Ricochet
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Battle Rattle was slang for the 50 odd Lbs of gear we carried on our person in the field. I left the rating everyone though there are F bombs

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Full Battle Rattle

Breathing diesel sand

 

Apply the pressure bandage

blood gushes through my hands

 

Rockets skip the concrete

Electo sparking heat

 

Take the dead away in taxis

blood trails up the street

 

Full Battle Rattle

Automatic roaring death

 

Feed the bullets

change the barrel

 

You got any

last regrets

 

Full Battle Rattle

Sniper searing kiss

 

Dark Knight and Avenger

Wrapped in shrouded bliss

 

Terrifying moments

Pinned into the ground

 

Where the f**k is he

Wait for the next round

 

Full Battle Rattle

Cobras fill the sky

 

Mini guns and rockets

Kiss your a*s goodbye

 

Breaking into houses

no one knows a thing

 

Hajji took 5 bullets

what was he doing

 

Full Battle Rattle

Ears buzzing for days

 

Adrenaline overload

Standing in a daze

 

  Load up on the 7

Getting the f**k out

 

     After handing Hajji

Another demoralizing rout

 

Full Battle Rattle

Just another day

 

We were Marines baby

We blew Hajji's away

 

Sounds to brutal

Automatic weapon buzz

 

Tell you this much baby

It's the best I ever was

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2012 Baby Ricochet


Author's Note

Baby Ricochet
Much of the imagery is from a fire fight that turned into a pitched battle in an erea called Sofia, just east of Ramadi. We were ambushed in what had been a ritzy neigborhood for politically connected Sunni's when Saddam was in power. We were re enforced by a rapid deployment force and other squad that was near by.The fighting raged for a good two hours before two Cobra Helicopter gunships were called in and chewed Hajji to pieces. The reference to "Breaking into houses was us looking for insurgents. Hajji typically bailed in the middle of the fight to another erea, changed his cloths and just blended into the crowd but with two cobras menacing the sky he was trapped where ever he was hiding so he was easy pickings that day. One house we went into there was a kid, 16-17 years old cradling a dead Hajji in his arms that had taken several rounds. There wasn't to much blood which meant he bleed out before they got there. The kid was sobbing hysterically and crying out. We had to arrest him but he didn't want to let go of the dead one. It turned out to be his brother. War is fuck brutal man.

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Your words are powerful and moving. Thank you for sharing the poem and thank you for your service.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

10 Years Ago

Thank you gene
Holy hell. Wow thought the poem was bloody brilliant then read the author's note which is just as good a read in and of itself. Well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

thanx
I love the words you have used to describe this and your comparison of "dark knight and avenger" - people like you are the true heroes - thanks for sharing

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

thanx
This is such a inspiring and outstanding poem!
Remarkable work!
100/100

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

thanx
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i feel the sad tone of war in the poem.
great job on expressing your experience my friend.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

thanx
William Tecumseh Sherman...need more be said.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Coined the term "War is hell." good one
Hmm

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

thanx for reading
Thank you for your service and for your write. I cannot even imagine the horror that is war, and it is because of people like you. This is disturbing to read, but amazing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

thanx
HEY U.S. CITIZENS ON MY FEED! PLEASE - GET OVER HERE AND READ THIS!

God. Thank you for this. After Viet Nam, the press and gvt. deem it prudent to shield the public from this type of honest brutal truth. (A whole bunch of other crap behind that statement, but that is not appropriate here). It is amazing the difference between what is real (you just wrote it), and what we are given to look at.
Without seeing the horror that is war, how else can we fully honor those who fought it on our behalf? War is NOT the Geneva Convention. It is that up there.

So - thank you. For the poem. But more importantly... MUCH more importantly, for your service to your country. For us. The truth up there - paints a picture of men who are heros, every one. You. Thank you proudly. Thank you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

The media catastrophe for vietnam was the Tet offensive in 68. Tet was a military disaster for the V.. read more
yes, war is indeed brutal.
is it possible to live and thrive in a world where war doesn't exist? where hearts can safely unclench.. relax into love. yes, it is possible. even for the douchebags. let's make it happen! how? forgiveness, acceptance, truth, love. the basics. absolutely within the realm of collective possibility.

Posted 11 Years Ago


L. Edward Neale

11 Years Ago

My little bro was in the Australian army. Writings a good outlet. Great to see you having the sense .. read more
Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Unfortunatly the suicide stories are true. Some of the stuff on the Armed Forces blogs is heart wren.. read more
L. Edward Neale

11 Years Ago

Nothing weird about it! In life humour is the finest weapon we have against death. To be a survivor .. read more

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