I Stopped || Terry Severhill

I stood quite still
I may have even held my breath
And for the span of that held in gulp of air
I let it go
I let go
I was in a war zone
I was the warrior present
I held more firepower than a platoon or perhaps
a company of soldiers from the Revolutionary
War But in that moment
I was
Simply was
I divorced myself from the war
I stood and looked
Looked as if I were a tourist
The country was beautiful
I removed the sandbagged entrances to fighting positions
I excluded the smell of diesel mixed with the smell of decaying jungle
The sky was as blue as anywhere
The palms were tall, slender, swaying in the light breeze
I spied no one
On my left rice paddies
Someone had left the water buffalo unattended
I thought “Wow, this is a nice country”

The author served in a Marine CAP unit July 1969 to July 1970.

This was originally published in Fall 2017 edition of The Helix.

Share on facebook
Facebook
Share on twitter
Twitter

We read submissions on a rolling basis

Subscribe To Our Newsletter

Get notified about news and postings