Song of Leaves in the Dark

I have been pain free for 26 years!
Nothing! But, exactly, NOTHING!

And after takeoff and landing
to Danilovgrad, the body is safe.

I am resistant to pain.
I don't even know how.
Like, it's there, like, you can see it.
Um. BraMil it is!

Resistant to wind and hell.
Yes, I cried a lot
when I landed that March of '99.
It is.
But, even before Google, I googled.
Weird?
Possible!
And it was very hot.
Maybe because the Adriatic is nearby.
Who knows.

Sergeant Mucalica is quite a martyr,
one. But Jovan and Hasa were human.
I hope so now.

Despite the empty hangars,
I was left with a rifle next to them,
although clean.

It was known that a shipment was arriving from Aviano.
Knew and waited.
In the dark.
Just a few days after the snow.
Who hadn't visited that area for a long time.
It was heaven.
But not the end. For me.
No.
Just a new beginning.

Parents were crying.
They asked for the name of the deceased.
Strepley.
Both children out of the home.
Far away. Over there. Very far.

And now when someone tells me
- It's easy for you -
Of course, he's right.

I crawled while 4 bombs fell.
I saw Stajic's body,
in my place.
Me. You don't. But in the end, that doesn't matter.

Only tears and fear
when the leaves sing in the dark.
Even today. But I'm fine.

I stayed there. On my own feet.
What kind of such. But there. The End.

And after the flight and after the texts
and tests from VMC Podgorica.
I'm here.
Brain who knows where.
The body is there. He's walking, he's fine.
House. And it doesn't poison, but it hears.

And now, I really don't feel pain.
Nothing. I'm just having a strange dream:

To lie on the grass again.
I'm crawling on my training ground.
Like a grandson.
To walk together,
until the blanket leaves
through my song of the leaves in the dark.

Gary Bramil 3/24/25.