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RE: Poetry Sunday: Carcass

in #poetry6 years ago

@blockurator,

The sheer stupidity of stupidity. The stupidity of youth. The stupidity of guys. The stupidity of guys showing off for other guys. I'm not sure you can blame this on war, though. Those who tempt fate, find it.

When I was in Africa, we had to explain: "When you shoot bullets straight up into the air in celebration, the bullets eventually stop going up, and start coming back down. A bullet, accelerating at 9.8 m/s, every second, when it impacts your skull ... will rip it to pieces."

They never listened. It tended to be innocent bystanders, though, who got hurt as the bullets started raining back down to Earth.

The blood map of his young life

Powerful imagery.

“It’s time to call for backup, sir.
The camp is not secure.”

Strong close. The "Theater of the Absurd."

Quill

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Thanks, Quill. A million bones of gold coming from you.

Yeah, the stupidness of stupidity. There's no other way to describe it. It's sad, for his family.

@blockurator,

You know, "other ranks" rarely think about some of the shitty things that officers must have to do. After reading this poem, I got to thinking: Imagine having to be the Company Commander who has to write a letter to this kid's family. How could such a letter be anything other than wholly moronic? "Your son survived snipers and IED's ... but shot himself in the head while fooling around in the barracks." Christ ...

If it was you who had to write that letter, you have my sympathies.

Quill

I did not. Fortunately. But, yes, writing such a letter, even with a combat casualty, would not be easy. For a stupid accident, well, it doesn't take much imagination ....

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