Desert Dogs

Boomer rang:
he won’t be back
for Christmas.

On patrol
in Basra with
twenty five

others. Just
another six
months on

a lead and
harness sniffing
for roadside

bombs and high
explosives in
Basra town

with all the
other desert
nitro hounds.

Boomer’s sad.
He takes someone
else around

now. Didn’t smell
The Molotov
that someone

threw at Dave,
who had only
two stripes.

Bob’s OK
for a sergeant
but it’s not

the same, Dave
was dead nice for
a human.