A squad of US soldiers on patrol
at night along a roadway in Iraq
met evidence of wartime’s gruesome toll:
a mangled corpse that gave them all a shock.
Examining the body they could see
the fighter who lay dead was from Iraq.
As they advanced some two more steps or three,
they found a GI bleeding, pale as chalk.
They gently raised his head and asked him, “What
in God’s name happened?” In a voice that came
in gasps he said, “I’m walking, heard a shot.
First thing I see this haji. I take aim
“at him and he at me, a stalemate, so
I holler out, your boss Saddam is cheap,
a hypocrite, a liar, trash, all show.
The gunman looks me in the eye, the bleep,
“and yells in broken English, ‘So’s your prez;
he’s nothing but a dog, a filthy hunk
of crap, a moron, all the stuff he says
is total lies, he’s just a piece of junk.’
“It takes a sec till we see eye to eye,
when all at once, without a thank you, ma’am,
as we were shaking hands, the first of six
unlighted trucks heads straight at us, and wham!”