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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536956" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Supernova</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sand; <br>It clogs my nose.<br>It dries my mouth.<br>I cover my mouth with a scarf<br>of red, white and blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Special operations; <br>Under this discipline, <br>I am trained to navigate<br>The deserts as a lone wolf.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mission is simple; <br>I am to place beacons<br>For air-strikes in the heart<br>Of enemy encampments.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sneak in and sneak out; <br>Nothing could be easier<br>Under covers of darkness and storm<br>Where sand flies and strips bare all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Covered from head to toe, <br>I am safe from the flurry, <br>And with the force of the wind<br>I hear naught but my thoughts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My tunnel vision shows me<br>Buildings on the horizon; <br>Smoke rising from chimneys<br>Made of dirt and clay and rocks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is hardly the first time<br>I have done such a thing.<br>I confirmed enemies elsewhere<br>And torched their barracks whole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a soul sees me as I<br>Slip between the buildings.<br>It takes me several minutes<br>But I reach the center at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two men walk outside with rifles.<br>They are night patrols, surely. <br>I sneak around and silence them.<br>I recognize the faces from briefing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two Taliban members in sight, <br>I radio in the coordinates.<br>Airstrike confirmed soon<br>And I must make my escape.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[T minus fifteen minutes]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I take a moment to rest.<br>I hear a door creak open<br>And swivel around, gun trained<br>Eye level on a young boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looks barely seven.<br>As I approach with killing intent, <br>He rubs his sleepy eyes and smiles.<br>In perfect English he says hello.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cold of night sinks in.<br>He stands still, then suddenly<br>Runs inside with widened eyes.<br>I chase after him knife drawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[T minus ten minutes]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Left? Right? Straight? I panic, <br>Thinking if he wakes anyone<br>I am surely to be discovered<br>And will not escape in time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart skips a beat as<br>He pops out from a room<br>And in his hand, his little hand, <br>He holds a thing not seen in weeks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A candy bar; a chocolate bar<br>Completely untouched and<br>Still fresh, he tells me, <br>Once again in words strangely clear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[T minus six minutes]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stand dumbstruck; <br>I laugh aloud at my actions<br>Then cover my mouth with my hand<br>Turn silent and then remember.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Franticly, I radio in<br>Headquarters, mission abort<br>Civilians within perimeter<br>Please advise. Repeat...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Static; <br>High grade equipment. Sure.<br>But I feel that even if it weren't<br>There would be no reply.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[T minus three minutes]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Goosbumps all over me, <br>I dry heave and fall<br>To my knees, and finally<br>My breakfast escapes me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The child bends over me<br>With overflowing concern, <br>That drowns me in words<br>Salty as my tears, and bitter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My pack feels far too heavy; <br>I take it off and throw it away.<br>My scarf is choking me; <br>I loosen it and it falls to the floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[T minus one minute]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tell the child to go<br>Get close to his parents.<br>He says his dad is out on watch.<br>...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then let us play a game.<br>I tell him to go hide<br>Anywhere he wants to.<br>He has a thirty second head-start.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I promise </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wherever he goes, <br>I will follow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hundreds of thousands of miles away<br>An aging star explodes.<br>I've not seen it nor heard it<br>But I know it was there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hope that one day<br>Someone looks up<br>And sees the bright light<br>And smiles</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thanks the star<br>For all its light<br>And all the joy<br>That his death brings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Blake+Beckett">William Blake Beckett</a><div class=q>
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It clogs my nose.
It dries my mouth.
I cover my mouth with a scarf
of red, white and blue.

Special operations; 
Under this discipline, 
I am trained to navigate
The deserts as a lone wolf.

My mission is simple; 
I am to place beacons
For ..."></div>
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