IN THE HEYDAYS OF HIS EYES
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An Anthology of Poetry about Being Young and Growing Up
 
 
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BLOOD TRAIL

Jon Forrest Glade

I had a man in my sights and I pulled the trigger. I knew he would fall, but I didn't think he would get back up and run like a wounded deer. We followed the blood trail and found only an abandoned pack. The Lieutenant grabbed the cash, the men divided the food, intelligence was sent the love letters and I took the credit for a probable kill. Intelligence reported the letters were from a woman in the southern provinces. Which meant she was arrested, beaten, raped, locked in a tiger cage, forced to eat her own excrement and beaten again. If she confessed, she was executed. If she refused to confess, she was executed. It was a funny war. I shot a man. I killed a woman.

 
 
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