Saturday, March 8, 2008

Nam Deus Et Patria

by Robert Gryfft

I'm not shot.

Stay down, catch my breath, blindly toss a grenade. I squeeze my eyes shut as hot metal and bits of bone tear through space inches away.

I''ve taken my third life of the day without so much as a pang of emotion.

I'll have time to regret it when I get home.

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