War Diaries Day Nineteen

Two men carry me aboard the transport plane
The heat even at night is breath taking
I take one last look at the place that has shaped me over the past nineteen days
I came here so full of hope
Wanting to change the world
Sadly the only thing that has changed is me
I see fresh, eager faces marching off the plane
Much like I did a mere nineteen days ago
As the plane takes off
Heading for the sky
I see the sunrise
I’m going home, going home alive
At least in body, but not in soul
One last thought of what will become of me
Then goodnight.