war vet

i stand alone

surrounded by nazis

me alone hidden

with my m1928 submachine gun

browning hp

and one german stick grenade

the calvary fifteen minutes away

my nerves racing

my hands still calm

the air smelling

like the fourth of july

i slow my breathing

i play psychic

look into the crystal ball

replay my moves

and surprise attack

my handgun at the ready

the trigger to my

thompson wielded to my finger

i unload with ferocity

accuracy and adrenaline

looking like robocop

in fatigues

i take out

kill

shots to the head

bullets chopping off

limbs blowing holes

spreading crimson graffiti

on walls and ceilings

i survive the threat

the hitler threat

bring on the japs

the koreans

the vietcong

the russians

the terrorists

the taliban

al qaeda

the dictators

and their mothers

my war cry piercing

my chest out high

i am a war vet

feel my lead