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The explosion!
The odor of cordite still stinging the air,
Troopers on the ground, hunkered here and there,
Hot, sweating… expecting the small arms fire,
Mentally preparing for all hell to transpire.
The tracer round!
Hearts pounding as, suddenly, one rose,
A triggered frag grenade stuck to his clothes,
As he broke into a run, frantically tearing at his vest,
Yelling, “Grenade!” as it bounced against his chest. |
By Nancy L. Meek
Copyright 2004
Listed February 25, 2010 |
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About Author... Nancy is the proud wife of William “Billy” J. Meek, a Vietnam War
Veteran, who served with the 1st Cavalry Airmobile Division, 11th Aviation
Group, 228th Battalion, Co. B.
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