Wednesday, September 15, 2021

As I Woke Up

The sun pushed through the thin cotton curtain

Dreams of battle afresh in my head

I rubbed my eyes to wish them away

The visions of battle as I woke up


The chants rose high from the park bandstand 

For God and country we’d make a strong stand

Enlisted was I, the next morning I’d find

A shadow of doubting as I woke up


Two days training and uniforms pressed

Did we think the enemy soldiers would be so impressed

When I saluted a sergeant younger than I

My mind seem to open and I woke up


To realize the plight of most of my friends

Their families would never see them again

So I prayed beyond reason and crawled in my bunk

Hoping for an answer before I’d wake up


Sardines in a ship hull was our fresh platoon

We put on brave faces as we left the lagoon

Two days on the rolling sea before I found sleep

The stench of sickness wafted as I woke up


Abrupt on the foreign shore our captain called orders

To give it our all and push back the borders

The man beside me was quickly mowed down

I knew what “our all” meant and I woke up


I dove for the cover of my fellow soldiers

The dead who had dutifully followed their orders

They spared me the same fate and seemed to whisper

Remember my sacrifice when you wake up


So frightened that many of us soiled our britches

But with numbers we established the first line of ditches

Exhaustion forced my eyes closed that night

Inbound shells my alarm clock as I woke up


The mud layered on me like a second skin

The days of dead comrades started to blend

I wondered if I’d soon meet my end

I oft wish it would happen, then I’d wake up


Two years in the trenches before the war’s end

To come home and be happy would be to pretend

For I know the reality, political powers

Don’t give a rat’s buttocks if I wake up


Back at home I endeavor to keep to myself

Ashamed that I lived, of clean boots on the shelf

I struggle to make it through until night

Then I relive murderous battles until I wake up


Consider my words, a tale cautionary

Before you enlist, hear my voice tell you “Be wary.”

For you may suffer the fate of my brothers in arms

Or wish away nightmares when you wake up


By Royce Waxenfelter

9/15/21


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