We stood there , all of us,

neatly in a row.

“FACE TO THE LEFT.”

The voice demanded.

In that instant I had a vague memory.

There was a hint,

an inkling of recollection.

I reeled back from the jolt of harsh imagery.

“TURN TO THE RIGHT.”

Again , the voice sent me further back

into a different perception, place and time.

My head was slumped.

I could look down.

As I opened my eyes I could see the villagers running in confusion.

They looked like ants as if their nest had been ripped open.

I felt the heat of the engines blowing down on my neck..

The entire ship shook from the recoil of the 50 calliber.

Each instant of rational was BLOWN FROM MY MIND

with the machine guns discharge.

The ground was covered with so many different colors,

and I recall.

It was their garments that were so pretty.

As the image fades we pull up and out.

“FACE FORWARD”,

I open my eyes.

BRIGHT, painfully bright light.

I close them, my teeth clench.

I still hear him yelling.

The dust is flying, the fucking chopper is taking off,

and he’s YELLING,

“YOU KILL EVERY ONE OF THOSE MOTHER FUCKERS

AND YOU BETTER NOT COME BACK WITH ANY LIVE LOADS!”

I was identified as the man who frigged him.

They’ve court marshaled me and plan to execute me in the morning.

Unfortunately for the wrong crime.

They didn’t see the pretty picture from the sky.