![]() The LP/OP in HondurasA Poem by ron![]() I was on that LP/OP in the ditch. When President Regan sent us down there.![]() The LP/OP in Honduras Held together with nothing more than a prayer. Wishing and hoping this nightmare would end.
Down the road the five did walk. Something in their hands and on their backs, the way they held their formation stuck out in the dark.
Standing in a drainage ditch. Rats feasting on my boots and scurrying around. Just my bad luck the communications were down.
Do I load my magazine and chamber a round? We were told to bury them at the bottom of our rucksacks. Could I take the chance and not make a sound?
The night vision sights were of no use. Dark was the night, darker than I ever knew.
Not a cricket chirped nor a frog croaked. The night was deathly still, save for the five that came down the road.
Fixing my bayonet and still as a statue. I readied myself for anything unexpected.
Closer they came, my heart stuck in my throat. It beats so loud, why won’t it stop? I know they will hear the beating of my heart.
Closer they came, dammed rats won’t go away. My palms sweaty, my freaking shadow will give me away. They're almost here, I could reach out and touch them.
Suddenly they stop something gave me away. The dammed rats just won’t go away.
Finally they move, they did not notice a thing. The breath on one was a horrible thing.
Their shadows are almost out of sight. The iron taste in my mouth will last all night.
Suddenly I realized I had wet myself. And thanked the rats for making the noise that covered the sound of my beating heart. © 2013 ronAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 29, 2013 Last Updated on July 29, 2013 Author![]() ronImperial, CAAboutI have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..Writing
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