Killed in action
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Dylan Gunasekera, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2006
Voices crackled in my headset
I don’t want to be dead
At least there’s no bloodshed
I don’t want to become the living dead
700, 500, 300 feet!
There would be no order to retreat
Just die with the stench of defeat
In this sad war there is no ejection se-
BOOOOOOOM!!! BANG! CLANK! BANG! BOOM!!!
My forehead is slammed into the gunsight
This would be my Bird’s last Flight
No Chivalrous Death like a Knight
My body would rot away at the bottom of the Channel.