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- >I have seen the light.
- >My box was opened, this velvet casket, and my slide was finally locked back.
- >A magazine was sent home, a round fed into my chamber, and then it was back to the black.
- >I know not who carries me, but they feel familiar to me.
- >They feel like a winter in Germany, like a glorious December eve.
- >The air here is warmer, my holster is tighter, the clothing too relaxed for parades.
- >My carrier moves quickly, not quite at a jog, keeping up civility’s charade.
- >I have seen the light.
- >Another magazine joins me, this one of plastic, carrying thirty rounds of who knows what.
- >They promise me service, they promise me duty, they promise me a soldier’s luck.
- >The readying of rifles resounds as we head into town, our comrades now at our sides.
- >Soon the fire begins and our comrades thin, our enemies run and they hide.
- >The magazine is replaced with another now empty, who sings tales of fallen men.
- >Of fire in houses and gas in the streets, shrieking metal and blood in the wind.
- >Soon I must go, our ammo is low, and the battle is not yet at its end.
- >A hand grips me in my holster then holds me at low ready; prepared for one last mad dash.
- >I have seen the light, I have.
- >Sometimes the light is muzzle flash.
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