War Memory Lane

by William Kuch

I was once in the middleof nowhere in anotherworld. I am trying to avoidremembering it,but it is inevitable.

Experiences are printed inmy head even though theyseem invisible. ClearlyI am still seeing them inmy sleep as I dream of them.

It was a desert with no limitin sight and its ground was flat.It rains with dust and usingheadlights make itimpossible to see better.

Days were longer thannights. I never had weekendsas I did not know the differencein days. And was notinterested in knowing it.

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