The days be weary and greys be my companion I have seen the sun arched high in the sky the call of my brothers echo in the death and life which the desert calls the song of misery.
I have eaten dust kicked by a tango of bullets I have dreamt of you while the smoke of flares covered me like a veil. Do you ever think that I might see you again?
Today we launched at 0600 the stars above Arabia winked at me. I entered the mosaic portal and I hefted my mistress. She gleamed and glistened I could almost listen to her sweet clicks.
But something laid me down to the sweet earth and I saw a daffodil beside me. It glimmered and I shook. I reached for you our son, our future. The grey cleared I stand here, clad in peace. This is my prize my sweet reward.