Tuesday, March 2: WAR

Psalm 91: 6-7
(In Memory of our soldiers in Afghanistan and Iraq)

Alarms sound
Gunshots fire
Screams of innocent people fill the air
Sweat pours down my face,
From running, from fear, from hate
The salty taste fills my mouth
I see my own men down and crying out in pain
Trucks moving in every direction
Some bring others out of the devastating scenery
and others to blow up the enemies in front of me
Blood on my arms and legs on the ground
Dust swarming overhead
I clutch my rifle
My heart pounding even harder
I pray every night that my opponent surrenders
Praying not to have a repeated day the next
Praying that everything comes to an end
I fight for my reasons to defend,
But the mental pain and agony is unbearable

Psalm 91:6-7
You will not fear the terror of the night,
Or the arrow that flies by day;
Or the pestilence that stalks in darkness,
Or the destruction that wastes at noonday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
Ten thousand at your right hand,
But it will not come near you.

Gabrielle Hansford