Snake Island
Go f**k yourself, Russian warship.
Sharp, straight, knife-cut,
Shaped charged, surly, angry,
Defiant and determined.
Go f**k yourself, Russian warship.
Unafraid, unabashed, unbowed,
Irreverent, Inelegant,
Unbiased and unworried.
Go f**k yourself, Russian warship.
Snakebite, wolf-tooth, cat-claw,
Bear-hug, badger rush,
Animal yet all man.
Go f**k yourself, Russian warship.
Final and total.
Home, hearth, cemetery.
Resist.
Never surrender.
Always,
ALWAYS,
Go f**k yourself, Russian warship.
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This particular late June day itself started much as any other. I was deployed with my squadron for Operation Southern Watch. I had risen early, ready for the day’s work. The hairline sun already lighting the stark Persian Gulf coastline promised another hot and humid Saudi Arabian day. I’d already been in country for more than 2 months, with the encroaching summer proving as brutal as any I had encountered. I don’t honestly recall the early day, just another in a litany of unremarkable points in time. I was more than likely checking the self-defense systems of each jet as it launched, as I did many times before and after. I ate an unimpressive lunch, perhaps enjoyed the small terrarium we had at the modular building where avionics troops like myself rested when we had no work. If that had been the course of my day, then I would say it would have been preferable, even if I had no memory to remark on later.
By Benjamin R Disher Jrabout a year ago in Serve
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