IN HOT SUN: Welcome to the Swamp

Ronnie C WrightContributor INovember 3, 2009

  {SUN} glowed on their helmets, as they prepared for war. No trees—no shade—just sun.

The sounds of warriors engaged my senses. Every drill was in order.
Blood, sweat, and tears covered the grass. Liquids—different colored liquids were everywhere. Many of the bottles were marks of trade sold to fuel the troops in battle.
Close enough a wounded warrior lay in pain. The explosion made contact with my ears and, threw my mind, body and spirit into the combat zone. Eye witness reality—[thought] —“they fight for us—our nation.”
Medic Noname, focused straight through me, making an imprint on my total being. I grasped a deeper appreciation for dedication and sacrifice. Heads, hands, hearts and health—often shattered in defense of sovereign territory.
My life is good! My family—my friends—my fellow countrymen are happy—thanks to their efforts.
The warrior, not badly hurt was cheered. He had lifted his head and spirits. My life seem better, knowing, all is well. Immediately, I thought, “Today, is truly the beginning of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness…”
I noticed the leader on the field; he appeared to be saying, “With your hands—you can!” The soldiers rallied around him. They were charged up. Firing a missile in enemy land he demonstrated his might, his will—his skill.
What a weapon!, I thought. The war is won.
The General came in view and yelled at him as to make a point to the others—“more is expected.”
The General and his team looked like points of light in the


“Welcome to The Swamp!"