Friendly Fire

"Sgt williams,.. report!"…
cap-en hargrove’s cah-manz rings aht,…
ack-en likes hez a sold-jah…
wes pount, reg-lah ah-mee crak-ah….
"sum bah-dee ought tah frag hiz ass"…
ah says tah mahseff...
so what iffen hez waz furz en hiz class….....

"yessah!"…..
"auls prezen an ah-cah-nit- fah,.... sah",….
"cept foe sho-tee" .....
eye ree-plies reel low….
wondren in mah mind how far
dat weak rah-ply waz gowna go...

"accept for who sgt williams?"
cap-en hargrove sayzz wit a grin…
ak-in likes he dougn noes ah-baht
sho-tee bee-un dead, again…

ah yells bak…"sho-tee,... sah",.."
"sho-tee dead,.... aht dare in dah dez-aht"
"gots shat sah, en dah backs of hiz head"…
"gots shat bie dah in-ah-mee"
ah says az ah bows mah head…

(sho-tee waz mah stik-man-fren)……..

"you mean private taylor,….private taylor is a casulaty" "he succumbed to friendly fire"
cap-en hargrove explanz….

"war is hell Sgt Williams" ....
cap-en hargrove goes own tah say….
wha-dun nuttin frinlee bauht dat fire
aht dare en dah dez-ut own dat day

ass sho-tee....

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