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Nerves on edge, wired to the Max, tight, wound

up taunt like a tightly coiled spring fully

compressed, adrenaline pumping, heart thumping

In anticipation of that old familiar yell

Then like a shot gun blast he flies like a bat

out of Hell.

Eyes wide, palms and body soaking wet with sweat,

Feeling like he is about to explode,

In anticipation of that dreaded familiar word ...


Moving out under hostile fire,

Full gallop on the run, Scared almost to death,

man ... this is fun!

Heart beat starts to slow,

the euphoria subsides but he is addicted to

the rush,

Oh Allah, will this cycle of

madness ever end?

Will he ever recover?

He is addicted to the rush and war is his lover.


Habib Abu Lateef

Copyright ©1997 Habib Khalil Abd Al Haqq

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