When I am bored out of my skull, I think about how lucky I am.
...There was a time, when everything was different, and I was in the US Army.
...I remember the first time I was point, in the jungle, sweat flowing like a river,.
...I spot what could be a snipers stand, drop to one knee, holding up my fist.
...About a foot away from me, I see the trip wire. I point the trip wire out, then, I point at where the stand is.
...He is snoring. OMG!!!! I almost started to laugh!
...The jungle is making sounds, but not near us, its sorta quiet.
...Circling around the tree, no other stands nearby, we found a few booby traps, like a grenade stuffed into a large c-rat can.
...We hear his movement, were dropping down, rifles aiming,
...I take aim, and, as he gets up to pee, well, what a way to go.
...There is a rope around one ankle, as he swings in the breeze.
...We take a break, grab a quick bite to eat, and relieve ourselves on the tree with a new dangling decoration.
... we continue the patrol.
...I then am thankful that I am bored out of my skull. Things could be a whole lot worse.
...When life was exciting, war was more than enough.
...I can always remember the past, when my hear is pumping so loud, it is like loud drums, keeping time in my ears. My senses tingling, even when I remember. ...Sometimes haunting me.
...SO I an never bored to death for long. I remember the past.
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