Deployed, by Amory McKeever

I taste rust and salt
I remember John Galt
That book was a lie
So it must be their fault

I gave myself for another

Asked them to give for me

Only to find myself wanting

Both hands left empty

I smell almonds and cherries

A thick cloud of scary

On barbed wire my brother

With no one left to carry

We move forward without him

Come back later and bury

I taste salt and rust

Holding up my sign

To Bagdad or bust

Reached the end of my trust

I'm all out of ammo

Just left in the dust

I thought we here

To bring an end to the violence

They cut transmission
Radio Silence

It is all their fault

Behind enemy lines

I taste rust and salt