Third Battalion, Fifth Marines
The Million Dollar Wound
(Going home the hard way)
by Brad Reynolds
Suddenly, I was lifted off the ground, plucked from reality into Death's door.
I floated through the air without even realizing I had left the ground.
I seemed to stay airborne, like a seagull floating in an ocean breeze.
I could see men diving for cover, but I did not know why.
A cloud of dust rose behind me, and a bright light engulfed me.
My friend Hip was right, you don't hear the one that gets you