My M-16 gently weeps...

[hangloose]

Troy Morgan
21 years old

My M-16 gently weeps...

I look up as i'm reborn again, lingering into the oil-filled clouds of the newly formed day's sky.

I breathe deep and exhale the pressures from this war we wage and fight on but for what i do not know?

Does ANYONE know?

Night comes quickly and I fear this single moment will be the last and my brothers will lose yet another and i will fade into the poison and choking soils of this struggling foreign land and be forgotten before i have a chance to play my song.

I hear it softly and violently coursing through my veins to my heart and my very being. It speaks without speaking. It says "today is a good day to die" and i have no regrets in my life.

I fight this war while searching for truth and the opposition in my heart rings true because i cry for what war has done to men who have preceded me. I am a member of the United States Military changing the world and fighting for my country so no one else has to.

Pray for me.

[ayeshahaqqiqa]

1. I pray for you

every day, and have been praying since 911. Since I marched against going to war in 2003. In my mind's eye, I could see the suffering that was to come, and I tried-I really tried-to stop it. I am sorry I failed.

[puddycat]

2. The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori

Dulce Et Decorum Est (Wilfred Owen)

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

[hangloose]

3. It never changes, does it ? What also remains the same are those that

send our young to war who have not tasted battle and loss.

[PROGRESSIVE1]

5. true

[Hubert Flottz]

4. I hope you have my old M-16 Troy, cause it was a good one!

This too shall pass my friend! Keep your head down!

[hangloose]

6. Your comment......

Troy Morgan
21 years old

My M-16 gently weeps...

I look up as i'm reborn again, lingering into the oil-filled clouds of the newly formed day's sky.

I breathe deep and exhale the pressures from this war we wage and fight on but for what i do not know?

Does ANYONE know?

Night comes quickly and I fear this single moment will be the last and my brothers will lose yet another and i will fade into the poison and choking soils of this struggling foreign land and be forgotten before i have a chance to play my song.

I hear it softly and violently coursing through my veins to my heart and my very being. It speaks without speaking. It says "today is a good day to die" and i have no regrets in my life.

I fight this war while searching for truth and the opposition in my heart rings true because i cry for what war has done to men who have preceded me. I am a member of the United States Military changing the world and fighting for my country so no one else has to.

Pray for me.