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“This is no place for you boy. It’s dangerous out there.
One false step and you are no more.
I can’t take you with me today
You wait till I return
I pray to God I do.
I’ll take you home and thank our stars
We made it through another day.”
Two hours later the solder in question stepped on a mine.
The blast ripped through him, it took away his legs, his manhood, his hope.
He lay in agony oblivious to all around him.
He heard the news. Knew his prospects.
Descended into a rightful depression.
His hand was wet; he felt a course tongue against his skin.
The black dog was there, waiting.
The soldier’s thoughts were of home
What would he do?
No was longer a man.
He cried most nights, for himself
For his loss, for the nothing in front of him.
All the while the black dog
Lay there never budging from his side.