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Dear Seina,



We are on our way,

Heading out west today.

There is nothing but sand,

Everywhere to see,

And the RIDe not very smooth

In this Humvee.



We are in the convoy lead

The driver, the sergeant, and me,

So I thought as we rode along,

I would dash off this letter home.



Hon it is miserable here without you,

Please see the doc, you I don’t want to lose.

Wait a second, there is something up ahead,

Oh God, an RPG…we are dead.



BOOM!!!



~~~



Knock, knock.

Who could be here so early,

It is only nine o’clock.



Yes! Oh my God no,

Please tell me it isn’t so.



Mrs. Costickson?



Yes, yes, go away.

Don’t you hear what I said,



I am sorry, ma’am, we regret to inform you,

That Captain Costickson is missing and presumed dead.



Their convoy was attacked his driver was kill instantly,

His sergeant made it out luckily,

But your husband was thrown clear landing on his head,

The incoming fire was scathing,

They had no choice but to leave him for dead.



A foray in force was sent back to rescue those left alive,

But the bodies were gone, when they arrived.

If there is anything we can do,

Ma’am, we will try to help you.



Ma’am, Ma’am, call a medic she has feinted from the stress,

Lay her on the couch and get her feet up and watch her dress.

There is smelling salts in the first aid kit

I will go fetch it quick.



It is okay honey, your mommy will be fine,

She is just sleeping, so don’t worry your pretty mind.

Here, here is the smelling salts, “Ma’am, Ma’am.

Is there any one we can call to stay with you?

I am sorry, my name is Sam.



Your father-in-law is at home,

Yes, I will give him a call,

You really shouldn’t be alone,

Not at all.



~~~



What happened? Where am I?

Yankee pig, you are the prisoner of a jihadee.

What is your name and why are you here,

I don’t know…I can’t remember.



Your uniform says you are Captain Costickson,

What is your unit? Where was the convoy going?

I swear, I don’t remember anything,

I don’t recognize that name or why I am wearing this thing.



You expect me to believe this is true,

It is just a trick perpetrated by you.

Oh, my head hurts bad, I must have hit it on something,

Do you have something for headaches? Anything?



I wouldn’t worry to much about your head,

Yankee, if you don’t start answering our questions,

You will soon be dead,

Without your head.



I swear…I really don’t know,

I don’t remember anything before I awoke.

That isn’t right, I should know.



I will take you to our leader, he will know what to do,

He will know how to make you tell the truth.

If you do not speak a lie,

You may be saved and will not die.



So as the heat dies down,

We will be moving, Yankee clown.

So rest now while you can,

For the trip is hard over land.



About that asprin?

I guess that is to much to ask of him.

Why can’t I remember who I am?

How did I get here to this land?



I guess he is right, had better lie down,

I am feel pretty shakey, and my head does pound.

Just close my eyes then I can awake from this dream,

Maybe, who I am will come to me.