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Modern poetry for the poet-warrior generation. Simple language, deep concepts.Sample:Dust Storms and
Danger CloseI see the truth but it is obscuredBecause the dust storm has rolled in.I know there are enemies
waiting nearbyBut I cannot see what they look like.The sky is orange.The bullets bite at the air near my
face.Someone somewhere is shouting.They are coming for meBut I do not know from where.All I know is
we are much too close to one another.If anyone wanted to come help meIf anyone wanted to fight beside
meIt would be considered Danger CloseThe term we use for these types of momentsClose-quarter fighting
as we areSo close that the line is blurredWho is whoRight or wrongThe dust storm hides it all.And if you
shoot bullets, you might hit friendsBut you can't not shoot. Dust storms and danger closeThings like this
weed outThe ones not serious enoughTo study the subtle differences between friend and foeTo stay long
enough for the storm to roll throughSo that clarity is restored.All dust eventually settles after allAnd danger
close situationsDo not last forever.Thank God for that. -EliWar poems & stories--honest and beautiful--
words crafted from over a decade of desert deployments. A look inside the mind of a desert veteran, from
Boot Camp, to 13 deployments, to coming home. "The much-needed voice for a new generation of veterans
from the Desert Wars--as this generation takes a step back from almost two decades of war, they will need a
way to process. They will need a way to heal. They will need a way to be represented. These poems and
stories are all these things."Award-winning author Eli Gardner is back with a second collection of military
poems and stories, with special guest contributors--veteran authors from The Dead Reckoning Collective.
25% of proceeds donated to rotating list of veteran non-profits. Check out her first collection, Hookah
Smoke and Hellfire: Poems from War, and her award-winning novel, 1000 Nights: Death's Love Letter to
Afghanistan.Sample 2Culture ShockWe landed in AfghanistanAnd sat through a long in-processing
brief.The blood vessels on my shouldersWere literally burst openFrom the thick straps and heavy weightOf
hauling bags of equipment DownrangeOn my tiny frame.We waited in a line to collect our bagsLet security
forces dump them and sort through themTo make sure we didn’t bring in contrabandPorn. Alcohol.
Weapons. Someone had warned me they would do thisSo I had my bras and tamponsShoved down deep into
a cornerTerrified at the thoughtOf the whole crowd of men seeing themBack when I cared about things like
thatBack before I stopped making apologies for my gender.Someone was there to meet us at the
terminal.Someone was there to ensureWe didn’t stroke out from culture shockFor people like meFor first
timers.Landing in a desert warzone at twilightWith a sandstorm enroute, sitting heavy in the airSo thick and
orange in the glow of the streetlampsThat I felt like I had landed on Mars.We got in their 4runner to drive to
chowAs base was much too large to walk all the way roundI stared out the window as they turnedDown a
spiderweb labyrinth of hazy dusty streets.They pointed out this and that as if we would rememberHere is the
armory.(continued in book)