Erick W. Miller
One of my least favorite nightmares which will sometimes even surprise me during waking hours is only a dream I pray to God. In this special trip to hell,
there are only two characters. One is the man that I named my first son after, and the other is me.
It is always a moonlit night. I get the impression that the sun will never rise on this mission. When I look over at my friend Travis, I see that he is dead even though he still carries his machine gun. I don’t need a mirror to know that I, too, am dead.
We are walking a staggered point and slack in a night time search and destroy mission. There are no animal or insect noises as if the jungle holds it’s breath to let these human predators pass.
This would be a good dream to go away Lord please.