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We went from a cold winter and cool summer in Washington State to record breaking temperatures in the California desert.
Our section started out with eight, and I think there were two of us left by the end of the second day.
I wrote this poem that night, after the medi-vac - the seventh that day - flew the heat casualities out of the pause.
Content Type: Desert Visions
Content Created: Summer 1993
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All I remember of that night
Is the forever loneliness
Of being tired
And the only one left
From my section
The heat had killed us
And as I stood
My arm hurting, holding the IV
I could only remember
How they writhed and puked
And at how natural war had become
As the chopper flew my friends away