June, cruel like October. Many of us threw up in those terrifying final seconds. Some kissed photographs. Others asked God to protect us.
The ramp opened. “Go—Go—GO!”
Tat-tat-tat-tat. Bullets whizzed past or through us we tripped over each other getting out. PFFFFZZZZ—PFFFFZZZZ.
Some of us saw battered buildings and fallen soldiers before being sliced into burning pieces. Innards splattered on soggy sand. “Mummy,” we cried. For the lucky, the light just evaporated.
We aimed, we fired. We stormed forward. There was no room for I. To hesitate was to die alone.
The dead forced us to forge ahead.