a harsh soldiers story

I guess you don´t give the medal of honour for having been a soldier like me.
The guy actually got into hand to hand combat.
I had to laugh since I have seen combat, heard the rounds go by, shoot them
to kill them(obviously),seen 3 friends die the smell of dead bodies, adrenaline hyped up,
smell of cordite, but what sticks with me is the not the smell of dead bodies,
it was the smell of blood and the touching of it or cover by it, whatever it´s said.
I was in the Spanish Legión, we look like pussies compared to these guys. Go figure,
I´m awake by 5.a.m and now at 9.43 a.m to be precise I´m seeing this.
I said I had to laugh, but also have to end that I did cry like a bitch.
(I´ll try to read you all alligator you animator)

4 comments

    1. I know…. it just went a bit along the lines when he said he lives since he stepped in the blood. Once you smell dead bodies is a hard smell to forget, I get that. So I´m in good hands then, a combad medic that while she treats me she can tell me a nice poem, doesn´t get better.

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