ameriKKKa's Most Hated Muslim Poet
How vividly I remember being awakened then running through the flames of the fire on that beautiful but hellish moonlit tropical night.
I had no choice but run into and though or to panic stay and die.
Had to soldier up no time to cry.
My rifle lay hot besides me.
It was way to hot to handle.
I left it to avoid a fiery death rattle.
On random occasions out of the blue scenes of warfare still in my mind often flash through.
Adventure upon adventure I felt that I was more alive than ever.
It's exactly what I signed up for.
The exhilarating thrill and excitement of battle. The manhunt and the kill
Habib Abu Lateef