By Sal Latina



 Nights sitting alone on

 top of a bunker on the

 perimeter while the other

 two are asleep.



 Listening to the automatic

 weapons fire off in the

 distance.



 Feeling both relieved

 and guilty for not being

 there... knowing a bro

 is probably dieing or

 being wounded.



 I'm distracted from what

 is really going on by the

 sight of tracers raining in

 a glorious left hand arc

 from the sky...



 Then all of a sudden, the

 gun fire stops. I wake up

 the next watch, go to sleep

 and dream of Brooklyn...



 When Brooklyn was 

 "The World".