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Border Patrol

He sat alone in the Mess
Methodically drinking
Trying to numb his mind
Trying to stop thinking.

He'd been leading his patrol
Out along the wire
Had nearly lost control and
Let his men open fire.

A family in the minefield,
That's as far as they got
A guard in the tower saw them
And the father was shot.

Just to make sure
He was truly dead
The coup de grace
A bullet to the head.

They  rounded up the family
And took them away
Just one of those things
On a Cold War day.

He completed the Patrol
Stood down the men,
Wandered off to his quarters
To put his civvies on again.

He sat alone in the Mess
Methodically drinking
Trying to numb his mind
Trying to stop thinking


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Border Patrol