Bosnia #2 (early years poem)

by CJ Maleney   Jul 24, 2017

With frost bitten fingers
And feet cold and numb
You stare at this land
Through the sight of your gun

You walk around the fence line
Alert so it seems
But your mind still it wanders
To a normal man's dreams

You walk round the buildings
They're just brick and stone
The bombed out remains
Of some poor man's home

The streets here are empty
It's not fear of the dark
But to walk after twilight
Means a shot in the back


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  • 2 years ago

    by Em

    Feels like I'm here. Must have been hard

    • 2 years ago

      by CJ Maleney

      Was my first tour Em, there were lots of smiles on it too.

      The spirit of those people was endearing and most definitely enduring.


  • 2 years ago

    by CJ Maleney

    To be honest it wasn't that bad for me (it was what we were trained for) but it was a very sobering experience, seeing what used to be a beautiful thriving country split, divided and desolated. The people were lovely.

    It's all kinda normal now, I so intend to go back some day.

    When I got back to the UK I asked to go back. They sent me to Kenya instead,


    Ps. But my god how cold was it. I live in the north of England and it gets bloody cold but minus 27 is cold even by our standards.

  • 2 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Must have been really hard in there.

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