Books by Bruce Alan Humphrey
by Bruce Alan Humphrey
Friday, January 02, 2015
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True friends are hard to come by.
These are my friends. My friends.
Matoskah, White Bear, the proud Native American.
Juan, the guitar player from Puerto Rico.
Rick the farmer’s son. Sean from the Bronx and Bob from Texas.
And I, Staff Sergeant Rick.
I have been through hell with them.
They have been through hell with me.
Wounds are treated like insults. Anger is returned.
We are the best when it is the worst.
We will fight for our country. We will fight for the honor to do so.
No one will stop us from defeating the enemy. No one will come between me and my friends.
Many have fallen without a second word, others die in screams.
I have killed. We have killed. We do our jobs. The two thousand yard stare blinds us to the task we have to do. Thankfully, it blinds us from the memories.
We move forward, always forward. We are tired of walking. We are tired of waiting. When will it end? When will we go home? It is cold. It is hot. It is always raining.
The mud sticks to our boots like a mass of leeches.
The bugs. The bugs. More and more bugs.
Artillery shells rain down on our foxholes.
Men disappear in a roar.
Even though we are brave we cower in our homes in the ground.
At times it feels like the safety of ‘home’, the only memory we have left.
Help me! I am hit. Blood oozes from my chest.
My friends gather around me.
White Bear, the Medic, presses a bandage onto the gaping wound.
One by one they tell me to hang on.
The world around me grows dim.
Their voices become slow mumbles.
The world goes dark.
I am alive. I am home.
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|Reviewed by Ruan Mills Burke
|Of course we know the answer to Ron's question. They do have friends like that. How else can they get through these same events. And some may even write of those times ...although I doubt they did so as powerfully as this.|
|Reviewed by Jeff Mason
|Stark and well-portrayed. Thanks for this. As a former US Marine, I have a unique appreciation for this type of writing.|
|Reviewed by Barbara Henry
|This is an excellent write, Bruce and it is also a powerful tribute to your friends and all of our proud veterans(yourself included) who answered the call to serve and protect this great country.
I thank you,and may the new year ahead bring good health, prosperity,and all else needed for you, your family,and your friends.
Barbara J. Henry
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|A day (nightmare?) in the life of a soldier. Stark and realistic, I enjoy the naked reality for what it is. It is interesting to see the "patriotic duty" on one hand, and the "job" on the other, along with the fallibility of youth and friendship. Does the enemy have friends like that, too?
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton