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I feel a darkness drifting,
Memories settling in
Of barracks bleaching in the sun
With dust devils in a spin.
When I close my eyes
I see the signs of war,
Shadows rising inside,
Rambling near and far.
Near, I hear the noise,
See choppers racing by,
Trucks rolling with soldiers
On their way to die.
Far, the life I lead,
Another time and place,
I almost can feel it,
A memory to embrace.
It hurts an inner part of me.
As memories float inside,
The urgency is there
To go away and hide.