Memories, hunkered down low to the earth covered in dirt and rocks. Gazing into dark horizons for hours making nightmares out of shadows. Screams of wild dogs bursted through the air as nights peeled away into morning. Dry cackles would echo from the skeletal remains of withered boys locked in tall towers. Haunted by the ghosts of ourselves that would visit from time to time. Crying silently in brief moments of remembrance. Glory escapes the broken soldier, but is gifted eternity in the bond built between those who bleed. I may hate myself, but I love my brothers/sisters and their sacrifice infinitely. Happy Veterans Day -P #oefx #bco #509th (at Paktika Province) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4vDgJLlOKOD9XersFQoI3sp9cu21Le_JHmhOU0/?igshid=54c0r9p6tpoj
