| THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MIRROR |
WHAT YOU ABOUT TO READ ARE SOME OF POEMS THAT I HAVE WRITTEN IN MY LIFE. MOST OF MY LIFE HAS BEEN LIKE PAGES IN A BOOK. I BET YOU CAN RELATE TO THAT? FROM READING MY SHORT STORIES AND POEMS, YOU WILL UNDERSTAND WHY I CALL THIS THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MIRROR. (HINT) WE ALL HAVE A SHINNY SIDE, AND WE ALL HAVE A DULL SIDE, JUST LIKE MIRRORS WE TALK TO AND LOOK INTO TO EVERYDAY. |
| THE MANY PAGES OF A BOOK The many pages in a book tell a story about someone or something. The pages that are found beyond this one talk about the many feelings that people felt at that time. Hidden away in these pages are some very short and sad poems. There are also some very long stories about the past and the future to come. Each page is always different, no two pages are alike in anyways shape or form. You will see from reading the many pages there was a story to tell. You ask, "How is this to be?" Most of the pages deal with dreams or realtionships that people encounter between each other. You might get something out of this or you just might shed a tear or two. The world needed to know the truth about the many pages I wrote about, because if I would of never written anything down. I guess you could say that I was a nut-case. All of the pain but why? Being only 26 years old and in the US Army, not knowing if I'll have a job the next day. Never to forget the combat zone where I saw the dead along the road resting just as if they had just died there. Knowing that these people where killed by one thing! The Artillery rounds that I sent down range. I did what I was told to do. Now after war and going home to my family and loosing a woman because of the dumb things I did to everyone. I want you to see my message "I AM SORRY FOR KILLING YOU, AND TAKING FROM YOUR FAMILIES." It was job that had to be done because you started it all and we ended it. Back to the pages in my book, now you know the story of a Sergeant 26 years old living day to day in this mans' army. There is alot that is told on these pages and in the end you will feel my pain and darkness that I went through. A pain I will never ever forget. Open your mind and let yourself go and come into my world WRITTEN MAY 1992 |
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| Years later here I am sitting in my tent in the Kuwait desert the thrid time. Driving down some of the same roads I saw the dead lying as it all flashes before me. The same holes and the same area, not a change in years and the ghost are haunting me night after night as I sleep. My thoughts about the future and where this is all going to go. At first I was a young boy and now 33 years old and a man living to do what I only know is the path that I set for a future of LEADERS. Thinking of the situation that we are in and not knowing if anything is going to happen in the future. A person that needs to be removed from from his power but when is the question. Is this going to be a repeat from the past? I ask myself! My heart pounds because our soldiers are not the same killers who went in before. Playing with my mind is the only thing you know how to do and hurting the world, making the world a different place to live because it feels like our freedom has been taken. You can destroy our buildings but we will rebuild and be a stronger base than before but you can't rebuild a soul. SFC BILLY STEPHENS WRITTEN IN KUWAIT AUG 2002 |