For those of you who care: i spent a tour in Iraq (6months). It was the worst experience of my life. I don't know How many people i killed. Near the end of my tour, a couple of Iraqi citizens attacked the building we were staying in. I was shot in the right arm. I thought I was going to die. I've been home almost a year now, and I can finally really use my arm again. I really hate Bush. I don't know how many people have died because of his God forsaken war, but I know he ruined my life. This poem is about my experiences there:

In Anger I Approach

The dull thud of footsteps roaring on the floor
In pain and anguish sounds approached
Whining whistles, whirling death,
Death to us means more.

Coming towards us, spirals' black
Barrels aimed, souls are poached
And the lasting-ending breath
As we taste attack.

ALARM, alarm, SOUND, alarm.
Now the right side skin is broached
And at last I catch my breath,
In time to lose my arm.

Now I'm shaken to the core,
Now, in anger I approach
Towards he who quickens death
Then silence, evermore.

I ask that you respond in kind to my responses. Thank you.

I would like to see peoples' opinions on this poem please. It's very important