All gathered in the gravel drive the men
stand proud as Roman numerals. No mail
today. No SIGACTS. The afternoon is stale
and white from the interrogating sun.

Routine patrol: Route Malibu out East
to Janabi Village. Eat goat. Glad hand.
The other nearby units? Nothing’s planned.
Then Route All Stars to come back West.

Mount up, says the Lieutenant, and we climb
into our Humvee’s cave of gloomy shade
to wait and share a lukewarm Gatorade
and sweat and close our eyes to pass the time.

On intercom the gunner wants to know
who was your first and where’s she living now?

Project Details

  • Date January 14, 2016