There we sat in the rough of the sea, one brought the bible and one brought rye and the third one brought a rifle and yet all were prepared to die.
The dirt was cold as we sat in the hole. Mickey read psalms, Bobby passed the rye and Joe cleaned his rifle under the midnight sky.
I took a pen and wrote her name and then went on to explain how the world has gone insane. I told her how Mickey loved Jesus and how Bobby loved Rye and how Joe just sat there with his rifle looking down the barrel with a madman’s eye.
The sun came up and we found nothing well, but we knew for sure that we were on our way to hell. The fighter jets roared, the mortars barely passed us by, and the gunfire rang out clear like a baby’s cry.
Mickey said he saw the Father and son and Holy Ghost. Bobby said he found Elvis in a foxhole giving offerings of toast, but it was Joe who saw the most looking at the world through a one inch scope, it is a small window but he felt it offered hope.
There we sat in the rough of the sea, a far better place to be. The world is strange, the world is mad and how it all ends will truly never be told, but if we are lucky just maybe we to will grow old but, it really does not matter either way we just live life and live for today.
