When Brooklyn Was
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".